I’ve always felt particularly fortunate to have grown up in a house in which there was always music. Many Saturday mornings my dad would make pancakes and then pull out his guitar so that my sister and I could dance and sing. Occasionally, I can still convince him to recreate those childhood mornings, although these days I have to promise to clean the kitchen when we’re finished eating in order to gain any traction in the negotiations.
Since I live so far away these days, I don’t often get a chance to hear him play live. However, on occasion, I’ll open my email to discover that he’s sent me a bit of mp3 from one or another recent performance. Yesterday he sent me a rendition of Swimming in the Stream that he and his singing group (Mo Mack and the Peace Makers) performed at a recent concert. It blew me away. For those of you who like a little folk-y music, take a listen.