Movin' On - making music

"Hey, I've got a gig in your town - on Sunday. We're playin' the Blues".
It's just what we need. Something completely off the wall, loud, raucous, uninhibited.
We could hear them from the parking lot. They were just warming up, and there were mixers to be adjusted, guitars to be fiddled with, and keyboards to be turned up. All the usual back-ing and forth-ing that a group of normally ordinary guys do when making music.
Music is a life force. The human species was meant to do music. We are born with the automatic response to all things musical. Play a loud chord in a roomful of people. Every head will turn to find out where the sound came from.
What the audience has to realize when these guys are entertaining them is that they're entertaining themselves. They're having the best time of anyone in the room. They're having the best time they've have all day. They play up a storm and we're all rockin' to the beat.
They play the blues, they play jazz, they play rock and roll. New musicians arrive, invited to share in the evening. You can tell they've been thinking about this moment of glory with anticipation. They don't disappoint.
Our keyboard player joins us with a hug, and we laugh about the incongruity of us being in this town together - him from the bigger city, and us staying here - just down the street. We're thrilled with how he pounds out the tunes, his fingers flying over the keys, his feet pounding out the beat. What could be more thrilling, we think, than to be able to do this - to be able to make music on the fly, not a sheet of music to be seen anywhere all evening long.
That's why we love musicians. They do what we all long to do. They make music.