do you ever feel a sense of nostaglia when you listen to certain songs?
I fell in love the moment I saw this clip.
No seriously, I did. I grew up surrounded by music. Music was the center of gatherings (oh wait, I lied…actually, food comes first). And then we had jam sessions. Nothing fancy. From Hawaiian to reggae and blues and anything in between and beyond. It’s just what we did. We got together, we cooked, we ate, we played music, we sang and danced. Uncles, aunties, cousins, my mom, dad, brother, friends of family, friends of friends, whomever, whenever, and whatever instrument was laying around was played. Guitar, stand-up base, ukulele, drums…and if there was anything missing, “no worries!” We made homemade instruments on the fly.
And that’s what I love about this video. In the kitchen. In the raw.
Home Sweet Home.