Just played one of the most enjoyable and memorable gigs of my life tonight.
It was the annual "Hunger Jam", held at Sons of Kent, a great local brewpub. It was 3 bands playing to raise funds for the local homeless and hungry, and my group played last.
This is a 5 piece group, fairly new and we play classic rock covers. My youngest brother is the drummer, just home from 25 years in the music industry in London England. We play fun stuff indeed, tunes that we don't hear anyone else in the area doing.
Anyway, it was special tonight because we had a guest sitting in. The best sax player in the area and probably farther than that.
Tonight, he played my treasured alto sax that my grandpa gave me over 40 years ago. It probably hasn't been played in over 60 years all told. I just had it restored (mechanically, not cosmetically- it has the most lovely patina) and tonight it was the first time it's made its beatiful buttery music in over half a century. The best part, my mom and dad made the effort to come and battle the huge crowd (over capacity!) and hear that instrument play. It was my mom's father's sax. He bought it new in 1927. I still have the original price tag...
There were a few tears flowing!
Sorry for the sappy post but my heart's bursting.