Last Thursday my uncle Bill's gig was canceled so we got together with Anthony on his back porch and had and AMAZING time. I brought Norma (Blonde and curvy with nice hips a tiny waist and a big ole booty; could there be a more fitting name for my guitar than Norma Jean?) and my yet-to-be named mandolin.
We practiced a few of my uncles songs as well as the covers they play quickly leading into a full on front porch jam (although it was actually on Bill's back porch). At one point I picked up the mando and started playing the only 4 chords I know (G C Em D). Anthony, with his usual "whatchu got there" curious smile picked up Norma and asked what chords I was playing. We went on groovin' for a while before Anthony started singing "What's it gonna take for you to come around/to my way of thinkin." Our new chorus evolved into a three part harmony and went into a Bill Golden mandolin solo with myself switching to the tambourine, Anthony still on rhythm. As we continued rocking, I got goose bumps and couldn't help but smile.
Some people pick up guitar to get laid, a la Jimmy Buffett (which I have nothing but respect for). Some to get paid. Growing up, a memory that will stay with me is sitting on my front porch, listening to my uncles play and wanting to be a part of that. I picked up guitar so that I could join in the FP jam session. That's where the magic happens. There is nothing like creating a song as you go; looking at each other, scared and smiling, not knowing where it's headed and holding on for dear life.
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