We were invited to a Pot Lock dinner at a friend's house, a gathering of fitness enthusiasts. We were sitting on the back deck, enjoying the evening. In a neighbouring backyard, four young lads were playing guitars and a bongo drum.
Two different worlds it seemed.
Our hostess decided to ask them to join us later, if they wished, provided they brought their instruments. As the temperature dropped, our little party moved inside. We warmed up various foods, and settled into comfy chairs, and chatted.
"Knock-knock-knock" at the rear patio door.
The young lads were at the back door, armed with instruments, and ready to play. They came inside, hopped up on a couple of breakfast bar stools, and started to play. Our hostess offered them food and drink (mostly beer!).
They started to play. We were instantly hooked on their sound. Their voices all had a distinct quality. Their guitar playing was impressive, and they could pick up each other's musical cues quite easily.
I loved the bongo/drum playing. It has to be one of my favourite percussion instruments. It was more than just accompaniment. It added a whole different dimension. AC/DC never sounded so "funky', to use an old term.
Now, this little concert went on for a few hours. They played and sang. We sat, tapped our toes, clapped.
Then, after awhile, their friends started to arrive. One, two, three, more! Yet, we never felt alarmed. They were an easy-going, relaxed, and thoroughly friendly bunch.
One half of the room with the "youngsters", and the other half with the "oldsters". Quite a sight this must have been. (visions of the hired entertainment for senior citizens comes to mind).
We never heard us referred to as "old', though. Maybe the word "folks', but that was all.
As the evening grew late, a couple of young women arrived, and the time came for the whole group to leave for a party downtown. We all stood up to shake their hands, and thank them for coming and playing. They, in turn, were thanking us for inviting them and for listening.
A splendid meeting of two generations in a spirit of openness, trust, and sharing.
The world could use more of this spirit.
4 comments:
see, when you get right down to it, we all have more in common than we think..regardless of age, race, gender, etc.
i'm just getting caught up -- i'm so sorry about coco! hope you're well.
That other Terry said it right. :)
Music and percussion transcend all barriers.
(Not that I don't admit to admiring a handsome young man in his 20s. But that could just be me.)
Oh heck, I still ogle fine male specimens, even at my advanced age although I do try to find ones who are over 60. Try doing that sometime. Like looking for a needle in a haystack!
The get-together though - sounds like you had some good communal spirit going there!
You painted the picture of this evening so well that I could see it and almost hear the music.
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