I think I might have mentioned a fiddler called Jill from Glasgow who ended up playing along with me to my songs at a recent open mic.
Anyway, yesterday, after a bit of time spent working out the logistics over the previous days, I drove for over an hour just to have a jam with her. Ineke, and my son and daughter-in-law who are visiting, came along for the ride. Bout of travel sickness for somebody in the car on the way. Long and winding roads in these here parts.
But the location for our rendezvous was a caravan with a great view of the ocean and the islands beyond. Lovely. And so nice to meet Jill again, who already feels like a friend, despite the brief contact.
And I got to play the song I wrote for, and sang at, my son and daughter in law’s wedding. When Starlight Comes To Stay. But this time with a fiddle accompaniment. Which undoubtedly made things better.
Tharushi cried. Again. Which is always a good sign in these circumstances. And better than puking up.
This is The Sort Of Things We Do. Musicians anyway. Maybe you too.