First year at college I met a guy who I thought was the only gig in town worth seeing. (First mistake, no one is ever the only gig in town.)
He had crazy chops. Soulful, yet technically sound. Spirited, but also grounded. He was the best guitar player in the program. When he hit wonky notes, everyone assumed he was just getting creative. When he got lost in the middle of a tune, we assumed it was the piano player’s fault.