Our dulcimer player just graduated with her third degree, this time a Masters of Library Science (she was an entertainment lawyer, and quit because it disgusted her to be mediating between wealthy assholes who were too stupid to be rich). To celebrate her achievement, she invited all of her musical cronies (she plays with our quartet, a duo with another dulcimer player - who was also there today - and a quintet that also does traditional music) to her house for a party and jam. Well, the quintet didn't show, but we had all played with the other dulcimer player before, so we just had a jolly old time together.
After the first set, we all took a break, and chatted and had a snack. I remarked that, "If this was 25 years ago, we'd all be standing here smoking joints instead of eating carrots and talking about baguettes." Sigh.
I have a
28 meg Quicktime clip stashed in my webspace of us playing "Road to Lisdoonvarna" for anyone who is interested in what happens to you when you get old and still want to play music.
The top pic is Kathy, the guitar-pickin', dulcimer hammerin', melodica-chuffing law librarian. The guy with the bulging middle, thinning hair and expensive guitar is me.