Ah…Now here’s a problem that affects a great many of us, myself included. I haven’t played at a session in ages (a matter of logistics, y’see), but I imagine when next I do go to one, the old anxiety will start creeping up on me.
I remember when I first started going to sessions, I would become a total nervous wreck–especially if it was a case of playing with a bunch of people and then going into another tune that people didn’t know and they all stopped and they just…listened to YOU. Arrggh!
There’s all kinds of ways for dealing with this stuff. Drugs, whether they tend to be of the prescription or illicit variety, are sometimes mentioned. I recently read an interview with jazz pianist Matthew Shipp in which he said that he got over his stage fright problems by seeing a hypnotist. Interesting idea, but perhaps not for everybody. Marcpipes’ little mantra is great advice.
The other thing is to just get out and play often. You may be uncomfortable at first, but the more you do it, the less problems you’ll have (and you may start sounding better to boot…results may vary). In the three months I spent over in Ireland, I was playing in sessions almost every night and by the end of it, I felt a lot less anxiety about playing in public with people whom I may or may not have known. It’s funny, but it seems like for me, anyways, playing with a small group of well-informed peers is far more stressful than playing before a large and in general, not so well-informed audience.
Wait. I take that back.
I just remembered this one time back when I was living in Portland. Paddy Keenan was doing a show and he invited me to come up and play a few tunes with him during the second half. So I got up there with my flute and started playing. At first, things seemed to go alright, but then he goes launching into “Bucks of Oranmore” at absolute “ludicrous speed” and I’m sitting there under the lights just barely able to hold on to the tune and I got really tensed up. Oh man, by the end of that, my nerves were totally shattered.
What marcpipes says about “session bullies” is also worth noting. It’s no fun when you’ve got some loudmouth hack who may or may not be a good player sitting there slagging you 'cause you’re new or you don’t know such and such a tune or whatever. Ugh…more bad Portland memories (which is odd, 'cause I love Portland)…playing with a certain well-known banjo player who shares the name of a certain other better known banjo player. I don’t mean to criticize the man publicly–I only played with him a couple of times and for all I know, he could be a perfectly nice guy once you get to know him, but all I’ll say is that I didn’t particularly enjoy playing music with him.
Apologies for rambling. I’m a little caffeine-addled at the moment.