The third front porch Spooktacular was a smashing success (at least according to my mom, my girlfriend, and me—a pretty unbiased group, yeah?), with many of my private music students taking the stage to share their talents. Even a few former students, now off to bigger and grander things, stopped by to sing a song or two.
As is tradition at these events, I invited anyone with an instrument or a voice to join us on stage for a couple of songs. By the time I offered up this invitation, most of my younger students and their families had left, but several were still around.
From those remaining—two bassists, a guitarist, two piano players, a singer, my niece, John (on acoustic guitar) and myself (on drums)—we formed an ad hoc supergroup. One of my younger students—the young man who walks Murphy for me while I’m at work—took lead on the vocals, and really nailed it. He sounds like a younger Bobby Pickett!