Wine and Music

The musicians arrive one by one to begin their practice for their first gig on Saturday night. Sue is the violinist supreme and has recruited four others: a standup bass play, an accordionist, a pianist and finally a percussionist.

I listen from the kitchen as they carefully retrieve their instruments from black, zippered cases and set them up. Laughter and good-natured jibing intersperse the sounds of tuning up. Mostly I hear the accordion right now. I hold my breath, waiting the music. This gig will be Tango music and though I don’t begin to know how to Tango, I can barely keep my legs from wanting to carry me passionately across the floor.

I lap up the music from each of these weekly practices, especially since I will be in California this Saturday. Much of me will be lingering behind that night, wishing I could be taking in the music, the dancers and the air of passionate excitement. If I were able to attend, I’d be sitting in the loft area, sipping a glass of wine. Ahhhhh. . . what a lovely life I have chosen to live!