Every year I play in a pick-up version of a band for a hockey tournament on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. The guitar player on the far end is the son of the fellow that started it. His father and I used to play in a band together, and now his son is old enough to do it it in his place, while you hear the old man calling out the six and seven year olds' names as they skate onto the ice. The other guitar player (Hi Chopper! You wail, dude.)and the drummer play in a terrific band called Cape Fear. They sound like they practice.
Great fun for all. Long live the Lobster Pot tournament!