Larry is just one of those friends. I have known him as long as I have known Julie-he was her primary Oriole baseball bud, former room mate, former neighbor, and a tight music connection. Larry's commitment to playing music and jamming with other friends began 35 plus years ago. He had a group of men (and some women) gather in his small, tight for space Takoma Park house to play together. They would meet every Tuesday, break bread, and play whatever felt good. This tradition has continued to today, although it is now on Friday evenings.
Marcia and I have talked about paying a call on this lam session and we had the opportunity this weekend. It has been 25 years since I paid a visit to Larry and Cathy's humble abode and it was an evening of high school memories. Larry greeted us with a Hot Tuna t-shirt, long gray hair tied back in a pony tail, and a boisterous greeting. Their home was filled with things to look at-albums, rock pictures on the wall, collections of trinkets, rock coffee table books; Orioles memorabilia. We opened wine and the jamming began, in the small room downstairs that was once Julie's living room. it was just big enough for their equipment-set of drums and bongos, guitars, a bass, a keyboard, and a harmonica. The walls were covered in egg cartons and more great pics of rock memories. The music flowed-guess 35 years of practice has paid off. They were in sync and in tune with each other.
How incredibly grateful I have this connection. I will return, to rock out and share more laughs, political conversations, and great times.
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