A Few Friends, a Guitar and Some Bongos

Current countdown until my next live show: 2 days until Ghostland Observatory

     As you have learned from my other posts, live shows flow through my blood.  I live for that rush when the lights go down, the crowd roars and the curtain goes up.  However, live music doesn't have to be an expensive concert performed by a famous artist.  The sound of human fingers plucking the strings of a guitar and palms gently tapping the skin of a bongo are enough to get that live music mojo flowing.  Last Friday night, we were on our way to Megan's house with supplies of wine and musical instruments.  The wine was poured and the guitar was taken out of the case.  What followed can only be described as one of the many great times brought to me by live music.  We had hours filled with off-key sing-alongs and the musicians were gracious enough to grant our requests!  Through our voices, guitar plucks and bongo pangs, we were joined by Jack Johnson, Sublime, Bob Marley, Lynard Skynard and even silly childhood songs!  We might have even took a turn or two around the dance floor.  In our case, the pool deck.  The night wound down and there were no tickets to save, no bartenders to tip, no huge parking lot to wander around looking for our car.  There were only hugs and and sore throats from singing and laughing!  I highly recommend picking up a guitar if you can or paying a little more attention to that random guitar player on the street.  The sweet sound of music is everywhere, pay attention!                         

Good times always follow when Fernando has guitar in hand!