My dad had his some of happiest moments playing banjo. He wasn’t a great player but he sure enjoyed himself. He got good enough to have a band with some other Berkeley professors. We had jams at our house on Sunday nights.
I’m not a very good player either but I too find some of my most soulful joy playing and singing with family and friends. We go to jams too. I recently attended a bluegrass festival set in picturesque Big Sur. I plopped myself down with my friend Shirley (who plays very well) and we jammed. Good cheap fun. We’re singing “Don’t this Road look Rough and Rocky?” I try to sing it from a woman’s point of view, although the words are written from the man’s point of view. I don’t always succeed as you’ll see (if you listen).
