The whole family got together for Thanksgiving this year, although certain new rules were in effect.  There were some dear, old friends, and some new, and some who hardly ever see each other.  It was quite the gathering. Some of the oldest members have been right here with us, sharing, ehh, taking over, our living spaces for years. Normally, I try to maintain rules about where they can hang out, like “never in chairs,” a rule that is constantly in effect at our house, to protect the innocent.  There is also a small, comfortable, dedicated room, mostly for them…and me.  We all try to keep it down in there, somewhat, and we never all talk at once, unless there are other friends over.  Those times can be noteworthy.

Oftentimes we go out together, lately, far less than normal. Anyway, it’s usually the same crowd that takes to the streets, but sometimes others will join for the night.  It can be a challenge to decide who is going and then to get them all settled in the car. Even getting “to” the car has its concerns. One, um…rather boomy member, in particular, I hate to name names, will take up most of the car if you are not careful.  Then the others have to suffer and squeeze into smaller spots. Once we arrive at the venue there is more discussion, about big ideas and priorities, who goes first, who has to wait for the second trip and even, who might, “just stay in the car for now.” I’m sure it can be very disappointing, and it’s not pretty.  But, then we go inside, the music starts, and we forget everything.

Then, oh, so much later, arriving back at home, it is assumed that we all will go back where we are suppose to go, but sometimes…perhaps often, when I come downstairs, the morning after, I find a crowd, looking sleepy and forlorn, just lying there, blocking the mudroom door like they can’t decide whether they should come into the house or call a cab and head off in search of a gig.  At that point I usually let them sleep it off for a while longer before I help them out of the way, at least ‘til I have my second cup of coffee.  Which I need to fetch right now…

Anyway, Turkey Day, and here we all are. One big, happy family. I love them all.

Oh, should tell you, I made an exception for this reunion.  I don’t usually have pet names for any of my instruments like Thumper or Squeezy or Bob, nor do I anthropomorphize them in any other way.  They hate that.