Spontaneous Jam

ONE OF THE things we don't do quite as much anymore is break out into a jam session. These are often the best times for a musician. For those of us who are lucky to play music for a living, it's especially a treat.

Last Sunday Cori Lyssy and I played at the Mark Twain Brewery in Hannibal. It was a beautiful afternoon on the deck and we had a blast. After we got done, we walked up the street to La Azotea Lounge. They were having a "Lip Synch Battle," which I think is just karaoke, and our friend Mike Moore was at the helm with his son on percussion.

Before I knew it, I had a guitar in my hand, Cori was singing Johnny Cash songs, Mike's son was keeping perfect tempo on the cajon, and the place was coming unglued. I attribute our good fortune to Fat Tire, Mike being nice to us and just being in the right place at the right time.

Sheryl said I was "all over the place" and something else about dollar bills being shoved into the, uh, girl singer's pockets. Right. We will go with that. Like I always say, if you can find a girl who can sing, strum your guitar and stay out of her way.

It was only for maybe 10 or 15 minutes, but geesh, it was more fun than you should be allowed to have, as usual.

Thanks to Cori's husband, the ever-patient Benny Lyssy, we made it home. I do believe Cori and Benny ventured out to The Club and jammed even more with the Matt Roberts Blues Band. But when you are in your early 30s, well, you have more stamina and sustainability.

Sheryl and I passed out as soon as we got home.

So here's to Sunday Fun Day and playing music in the spur of the moment. It's the perfect combination.