I used to play at the youth mass at our parish for years.
This was, by far, one of my favorites to play.
I can still hear the rumble of my son playing my Jazz Bass, my guitar – one of my best creations, a Tele with Seymour Duncan Hot Rails and Ghost system, singing, intertwined with the piano and our lead singer’s angelic voice. I’ve heard her sing nearly everything from old hymns to German operas. I never tire of hearing her sing.
Those we magic times.