Kevin immediately took a liking to Pete and his musician-wife, Kellie. We were invited back for dinner along with Shameka, another Goddard student visiting with us, and two other musician friends, Jane and Alan.
Cerro Ancon, Panama reminded me of wild US |
In his Scottish brogue Alan told us that some nights he plays a G chord for four hours. In that process he never again plays nor hears that chord the same.
A night like this makes me want to burn my IPod and only hear music live. I'm thankful that Kevin serenades me frequently. It's so lovely to hear music in community.
Pete leaned over to Shameka between songs and asked if she liked the music. She affirmed that she'd always appreciated banjo music because her grandfather was a blues banjo man out of New Orleans. Pete asked his name and she answered, "Johnny St. Cyr." He blew a low whistle, picked up his banjo, and got to pickin'.
As Shameka & I walked into the starry night filled with crickets, I asked, "What is this life? How are we having such vast & big experiences?" She giggled and said, "I know. It's great."
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