Things started off great. I was playing praise and worship songs and everyone was singing along. Sooner than later, much sooner, my fingers started to get cold. Pretty soon, I couldn't feel them. But that didn't stop me from playing. People kept requesting songs, so I kept playing them. Yes, it was tough, even painful when I drug the side of my finger instead of the pick across the strings because I had no feeling. But that was some of the most enjoyable guitar playing I have ever done. We all seemed to sound like a chorus of angels, yet we were far from it.
Eventually I stopped, but only because smore time was over and everyone wanted to head in for some warmth. But if I could head back outside with that same group of people and play those same songs in that same cold weather, I wouldn't hesitate in doing so. I started the post with this and I'll end with it...
There's something about a campfire that makes music more enjoyable.
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