I have a funny - but liberated! - folk band. The rule is, we play every Tuesday ... In or Out. Tonight we went Out. Meaning we basically crashed a neighborhood pub, instrumetns in hand, ready to play music. No hat, no catch, just tunes.
Great crowd ... Everyone dug it. Afterwards, a brother and sister who'd been playing pool came up to us.
"I heard you guys play a couple of old folk tunes. Ya ever listen to Doc Watson."
"He's a real Hero to me."
"Really? We're actually Watson's ourselves."
That's cool. I just got to play for the Watson family. I feel honored in way.