Come gather round. Wherever you roam. Admit it: The waters around you have grown. Keep your eyes wide. The chance won’t come again. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. Don’t criticuze what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly again’. Please get out of the new on if you can’t lend a hand. For the times they are a chaingin’.

Last night was the benefit concert for Highbridge Voices, a Bronx based afterschool program I have been fortunate and humbled to work for in New York. The program gives opportunity and education for kids around the Highbridge area of the Bronx. The concert was an emotional swirl of hopeful goosebumps. It was a good cap to a week filled with music. From a drum circle at 3am in the Fairfield Inn in Toronto that led the management upstairs to kick us out (but it was a wonderful cap to the night.
Music is this light the shines on us and brings us together. Having my mandolin/guitar playing brother around this week has added to an already great week. When we play music together, we communicate in a way we cannot any other way, like our souls are reaching out to each other.

Here’s a few tracks from a back patio, 1am jam session at The Goodbye Blue Monday, a place where musicians run amuck and reach together for wonderfulness. . . Also, I’ve never had a rapper jam in on a song my brother and I wrote ten years ago, Beer, Beer, Beer and the Girls Come here… I think I need to play music with rappers more often… The musicians jamming with us are Brad Doggett, a guitarist/vocalist and the rapper Jaydon.