MUSIC FRIENDS STARTER KIT

Music friends find each other, but they need to be playing.

Otherwise you’d never know if they are musical, or just like talking about it.

Yesterday I spent time with one of my music heroes in the studio. I say hero because he can do things that seem impossible, like creating music from scratch, recording three parts of a rhythm section, and playing guitar over it. In about three minutes.

He jammed it out before handing me his guitar and retrieving the one in the image from another room. Then we played together with the give and take, call and response, that makes it feel like magic.

I rode the momentum to the tap house for a beer and played alone outside. A man a woman showed up at the tap house for a glass of wine. He said he was a ukulele man and had one in his car.

We talked while I played progressions, popping a string now and then, saving my favorite blues riffs for later.

“Where’s your car? Bring out that mandolin.”

“It’s a ukulele and I’ve been drinking, so no. Besides, you play better than me.”

Is that what music friends say because no one has ever said that.

We talked a little more while I played an instrumental Wish You Were Here, then they left.

I played a little more feeling like a lost soul living in a fish bowl recruiting music friends for the band. This one got away.