My oldest held his birthday party a week late (He's the one in red). He invited all his buddies over for a big jam session. They're good kids; every single one of them brought food or a gift or both and they even went out front and played touch football with Sam, my eight year old. He was thrilled to actually have a team to play with.
Currently they are attempting to play music together on the deck, which is just outside my office. There are about three of them who can actually play. The rest sort of take rhythmic whacks at the strings. It's fun to listen to the collective effort.
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I love listening to jamming sessions - it's creativity in raw form, is it not?
Good-looking boy you got there, Mary.
Belated Happy Birthday, dude - wassup?
:-)
I love 'em too. I grew up listening to my mom and her friends' (they all made a living at it--she's an talented amateur) playing music in the livingroom on Saturday night. 'Some of my better memories of home.
And thank you. I'll be sure and tell him.
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