I’ll start.
For some months we (my fiddle group) had been scheduled to perform on New Years Eve, at a seniors village in a small town about 50 kms west of here. I hate trying to find places I’ve never been to before, after dark. But we found it. We had been scheduled to play for 90 minutes, but with the proviso that we would play for longer if the chemistry was right. It was. We played for over three hours, with one short break. A livelier bunch we seldom perform for. We had them dancing and singing, and one of the residents who, at one time had a band of her own, joined us in a couple vocals.
Our group consists of three fiddles, one mandolin, one banjo, and four guitars. We play mostly reels, jigs, schottisches, polkas, waltzes, and classic country (I. e. Bob Wills). Four of the group intersperse with vocals. We played Auld Lang Syne at 10:30, packed up, and came home. I drove onto my parking pad at the stroke of midnight. Dam it was fun. And they fed us AND paid us, best of all. This was about as much fun on New Year's Eve as one can have.
Happy 2020 to all.
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