A couple years ago there was a weekly jam session at the University. There were only four or five of us that got together. We'd sit around the fireplace at the Commons and play a couple tunes, then Doc would tell a story, then more tunes, more stories, and so on. We all agreed there was no better way to spend a Friday night.
One night we showed up, and there was an "open mic night" in the Commons. We played a small set and had a blast. The crowd seemed to love it. Someone played a war protest song. Doc noted that the war protest songs never change - same chords, same rhythm, same college crowd - only the wars change.
