Yesterday, I played music alongside my brothers and Dad. I used to hate doing that. More than a decade ago, it was a tortuous social obligation. Yesterday, with like.... 14 people over for Thanksgiving, I gave up the idea that I needed to perfect what I was doing (I play the piano and they play guitar). I did need them to play songs I was familiar with, but thankfully the set of songs we play ("Old Man, Look at my life," "Rocky Mountain High," "City of New Orleans,") have been a staple of our get-togethers for so long that I didn't have to object to any suggestions. Somebody kept strumming out of sync, though. Not sure who.