The quest for the perfect show (whether theater or music) is kind of like the quest for the Holy Grail, or the Fountain of Youth. It's a never-ending quest. And it's some kind of blind ambition, or life secret that compels one forward.
Perfection is really a utopia that has no real tangibility. And all efforts towards that mythical shore are an approximation, a compromised jaunt, a voyage with no purchase. Maybe the quest itself is flawed.
Perfection is not of this world, everything is an approximation, or alternatively, as those New Agers like to say, the universe is perfect as it is, all we can do is accept it, and it is our picture of what perfection entails that needs adjustment.
Although by that logic, our conception of perfection, as flawed as it is, would be perfect too. Hunh?!
Whatever. I mean, so we played a show and it went well. But it wasn't perfect, or perfectly satisfying. But maybe that's OK. Makes us want to do another one. And maybe the next one will be perfect. Or maybe it will be pretty good.
And maybe pretty good is good enough? Nah! I want perfection! Maybe.