Saturday afternoon gypsies

After a busy Saturday morning working out the last few touches on our upcoming Christmas program for church on Sunday, I made a quick drive up to Fredonia NY to play some music for my friend Andy's last Christmas bazaar of the holiday season.

I was feeling a little rushed when I arrived, but after walking in the door, getting a cup of coffee, setting up my stand and guitar, I was happy and ready to play.

I played a song and waited for Andy to come up and accompany me on drums and we started to jam to my tweaked version of 'Silent Night'. After a chorus or two, a guy with a cello wandered up on stage and sat down and started to play along with us. I asked Andy if he'd sing the verse and I'd take the 'peace' round I'd learned in high school and as he set up his mic, the cellist played a solo verse of the song. Andy and I sang harmonies on the chorus and he continued and I went off and improved the 'peace' part. On the last two chorus repeats, my friend Jacinta walked in the door and smiled at what she was hearing. (That smile means a great deal, as she is an accomplished musician!)
We wrapped up 'Silent night' with a hush over the room. Something special had happened in that moment. We were all one, in song and we felt bundled up in the fluid movement of harmony, melody and percussion. It was magic.

After we finished the song, I called Jacinta up on stage to play some of her songs and we jammed for a little while the crafter's tore down their wares and tables to wrap up the sales for the day.

It was a great moment on Saturday. For a while I've kept on asking, "Where are my gypsies?"
Meaning, where are the folks who would like to work on some music with me? Why is it, that I seem to have trouble finding people who's like to partner on some creative project?

Apparently my gypsies are 20 some miles North of where I live.
Who would have guessed?

It's nice knowing that I do have some gypsies to jam with. Thanks Andy, Thom, and Jacinta. Let's do this again sometime soon.

Link to my music page: Tara Lamont Music

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