Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derge!
As in the aforementioned post, I could not make the journey to the holy land this year. Next year in Jerusa—– Pennsic.A few folks had created a small circle in the middle of the lawn. Garb, fencing, thrown weapons, food and archery were all surrounding this (safely at distance… the marshalls all checked! I watched). Music started. I sat and listed to the dulcet tones of these strangers. There is nothing more comforting and home than music. One gentleman asked me if I sang or played anything or if I was just there to listen. I responded “Both”. They asked me if I would share. Who was I to say no. I was honestly there to just listen, but denying someone music is the worst crime of all.
I pulled out a tune I knew well and suddenly new friends were made. We jammed for what seemed like hours. I harmonized with the other performers, I noodled on one of their guitars, sang by myself, had them harmonize with me. It was heaven. Now I just need to figure out how to make this happen in Malagentia. To the drawing board!
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 