That will teach them not to stick things in their openings. 
djm
unfortunate choice of namesā¦
shows a total lack of understanding
of the Fatesā sense of humor
That happens to me, too. But I donāt feel euphoria, I suddenly feel super strong like I could climb any mountain and run all the way up. Healthier than ever and not crawling through molasses like normal. Iāve learned to distrust that feeling as well.
Not me-- Iām the opposite. I feel as though all my connections with everyone I have ever known are meaningless, and itās all my fault. Then 24-48 hrs later I come down with whatever it is 
So far I havenāt come down with the bug. Watch this space.
Good luck and be well, In By!
Seems to me that the times Iāve been āflowingā musically have been times the inner critic has gone silent and Iām just there, nowhere else. Happens to me sometimes if I have been playing CDās and keyboard and flute and drums all in one afternoon (or even better, late at night!)
Maybe when I keep switching instruments the Inner Critic gets confused and gives up 
Iām trying to learn more about meditation. Is there a connection between āsilencing the inner criticā and meditation? Meditation and music?
careful thereā¦youāll be takinā up shakuhachi next 
Thereās a shakuhachi patch on the Korg
what! like the smoking patches!!!
keeps ya from wanting to meditate!
go on!
Now, please attempt explanation of āabdominalā.
Yes. But today wasnāt one of those days. 
I played like crap. I sucked. I couldnāt make music if my granddaughterās life depended on it.
So I drank beer instead.
I have days like that. But lately I find the ridiculous humidity wreaking havok with my Clarke cheapie. So Iāve been frustrated for about a week now every time I pick up my whistle. I gotta get a Feadog or something again.
I love the āzoneā although it rarely happens. Maybe thatās why I really appreciate it when it happens. Iāve gotta say though that I never realize Iām there when Iām there- only afterwards.
The last time it happened to me was about a month ago. Our bishop was visiting and I always dread it because that combined with visiting folks, from a neighboring church(some are very critical) make me nervous. Well this time we were doing some really strange song selections(for the congregation). Mostly old Baptist and gospel tunes for compline. I wasnāt sure how it would go over with this bunch of Episcopalians. They all loved it and wanted to do more! A day or so later I realized that I had completely āzoned outā the entire time I was playing the organ and had just had a great time.
probably for the best
I notice, and then need to back the conscious off before it gets in the way 
My friend Jalan once referred to times when the guitar was playing him.
Once, during a performance that was going particularly well, I opened my eyes during a set and looked out at the audience. The room was dark, but there was one woman in the audience I noticed in particular for the expression on her face. I could tell that she wasnāt aware of herself, and even better she wasnāt aware of me or my partners on stage. It was just her and the music. The rest of the world had gone away. Seeing her, I realized I had been in the same state. The music was playing me.
It briefly occurred to me what an honor it was to help someone find that place. Then I closed my eyes again and plunged into the next tune.
You canāt make magic like that happen on demand. You can only control as many of the variables as you canāpractice, environment, and so onāand let it happen.
tom