My friend S. and I stopped by M.'s for their weekly music jam session. I had no idea what to expect, but S. assured me I would have a great time. And that I did. After being instructed by M. to "Grab an egg!" I realized there were little wood eggs filled with beads, or seeds, or something, to make rythm to the music. I had a great time shakin' that egg.
One fella brought along his new toy - a synthesized drum. Yeah, we got down. Drumming on cardboard boxes and the coffee table to an old rock tune which escapes me now. Chalk it up to the wine.
I came away from the evening simply enlivened by the music, the colorful characters, the stories, and the generosity of our host. The last time I had such a grand experience was on my last night in North Carolina, when I attended a jam session by some old-timey musicians who blew my mind. That was a couple of years ago...and the memory still makes me giddy.
What memories I have of practicing with my old band, going over songs until we got everything just right. Until we were sick of them, but knew we had them down. I am long past the guitar playing stage -- a distant memory -- but these folks inspired me. Damn, but they did.