Getting our groove on

Last practise we sat around and tried a few new musical ideas that Andrew had been working on. There's something about listening to a fragment, a lick, a riff, over and over at first, then jumping on. It reminds me of the merri-go-round at the park when I was a kid. Jumping on a moving merri-go-round was enormous fun if you could time it right so you didn't eat merri-go-round for snack time.
When its a good groove, there's something that draws you in. You realise your feet don't really belong to you because they are taken over by the beat. Your head nods, you chair dance while your brain races through your closet of musical ideas looking for something cool to wear.
Then there's the other guys to consider, what they bring, where they  take the melody. You try at least not to clash, but mostly you want to impress; its a lot of give and take until finally we are all hip to the same groove.
Once we have it, we have it, and we all think its cool. For a brief moment, we indulge ourselves and stare in the mirror at our faded 15 year old rock star wannabes and dream.
I mean really, how much can a band jet cost, anyway?