This is the part I love the best. The after Thanksgiving party where four friends celebrate the annual thirtieth birthday party. But now, they are forty. And friends come in the door and sit down and play awhile. magic fills the room. Every once in a while, a half pint of Old kentucky Bourbon passes by. Perhaps it is in tribute to musicians passed. Perhaps it honors the wisdom of the past. Or maybe just a little fortitude to play harder, play better.
A bunch of musicians in one house on a cold evening, gathered just by friendship, is something to carry with you always.