Jam

Today, I played two songs in my guitar teacher's twice-yearly informal recital for students called the Coffee Shop Jam. I played two folk songs: "Going to Boston" and "Leatherwing Bat." My favorite parts of my performance were when the audience sang along with the choruses. By the time I started my set, most of the single-digit-aged crowd had left. Next time, I hope to play earlier so that children can dance to the songs before they've had their fill of the guitar-recital. Fortunately, Lucia was game to dance, and showed her enthusiasm throughout the entire Jam.


"Won't we look pretty in the ballroom?"


"Won't we look pretty when we're dancing?"


Doesn't this answer our questions?