I love music. (This is a surprise to… no one who knows me or reads this blog.)
One of my most favourite things in the entire world is playing music with other people.
There are three ukuleles at the Roadhouse right now. One of them belongs to a fellow American, and the other belongs to a French lady.
I love being able to play music, because sometimes we don’t speak the same language, we play the same instrument.
I’m learning a French song about traveling to Italy.
(There have also been evenings of going around the circle with everyone singing a round of “In The Jungle” in their native tongue. We had French, English, Swedish and Italian. It was beautiful.)