I remember playing farmer’s markets and other venues—sometimes with you, Terry—and kids and old people (who I am becoming) being enchanted. Keep live music alive, my friends!
I remember it well. Enchanted is the word. It’s glorious, really. You and Bob could swing, toes tapping involuntarily everywhere in earshot, Bob’s big smile and his harp, the chunk of your bass. I loved every minute of it!
I remember playing farmer’s markets and other venues—sometimes with you, Terry—and kids and old people (who I am becoming) being enchanted. Keep live music alive, my friends!
I remember it well. Enchanted is the word. It’s glorious, really. You and Bob could swing, toes tapping involuntarily everywhere in earshot, Bob’s big smile and his harp, the chunk of your bass. I loved every minute of it!