Drat you, MT, you would be good at follow-up…
I do nab my friends and subject them to mini-performances, mostly to stress myself out and see what happens. Sometimes having an audience will motivate me to pull it all together and play better than usual, but other times I have a meltdown and fall apart entirely (this perhaps not so much a musical thing as a generalized personality disorder, as I generally kinda vacillate between friendly extroversion and inarticulate shyness).
This spring I’ve gotten braver about playing publicly, and when a sunny day makes me feel expansive, I’ll sit out on the apartment balcony and whistle for children playing and pedestrians passing by. The children don’t bother me, but the adult passers-by really stress me out, so I think it’s a good discipline.
I do also tape myself at intervals, and should probably do it more often. It’s definitely a nice, safe way to stress myself out. Unfortunately, I have a bad habit of listening to the tapes only when I’m already feeling morose about my whistling skills, so I have trouble assessing them in a balanced and sane way.
The word on the street (or at least in my community college whistling class) is that the leader of the main local session glowers alarmingly at out-of-tune tinwhistles. My ear is still in training, so my motivation to go be glowered at is low. I do keep meaning to go just to listen, but I’ve had trouble convincing anyone to go with me, plus my wheels are public transit and/or bike, which makes getting around at night a nuisance. So the local sessions tend to be perennial entries on my good intentions list.
Overall, I’m pretty shy about playing publicly, because I am still much more of a beginner than you would expect given my join date. My pattern has been to play for a few months in the spring, and then be overcome by self-consciousness at my awfulness, usually as we enter the season where everyone in the apartment complex has their windows open all the time, and we are all constantly immersed in one another’s sonic overflow.
I think there’s a certain imperviousness to that kind of self-consciousness that a successful musician needs to cultivate, and which I am still chronically struggling with. It’s exacerbated by my starting to play music later in life, with minimal musical background and no signs of any particular talent, so I tend to feel like an interloper on the whole musical scene.