There's a group of us who have played together for several decades on Sundays in Denver's City Park. You know how the rumba flows where each person gets a few minutes in the spotlight as they "do their thing" on quinto? Everyone has their favorite licks and style which ebbs and flows between disjointed and horrible to AWESOME and everything sounded exactly how that particular style should sound. Right? And if you're particularly hard on yourself, facial expressions can be quite entertaining.
So, we can all tell when our friends are ON it, or not. Last Sunday was mostly ordinary, but I got into some kind of space where everything I've worked on for the past 10 years just flowed through me like an electrical field! The technique was crisp, sharp, and solid. The timing was right in the pocket with just the right swing! Somehow I kept it in that sweet spot for at least 10 minutes without a noticeable error! Wow! Definitely a banner moment. So as not to spoil the moment, I didn't play any more quinto the rest of the day.
Though it's unexpected, yeah, it can happen. Sure is nice to know that it's possible.