I was lucky enough to be at a small house party many years ago, in Halifax. The band Red Island, from Newfoundland, were spending the night there, and their fiddler (Jamie Snider, I think?) wandered around the flat most of the evening playing random tunes. It was magic.

At another musicians' house party (Kevin Roach, Rob Gordon, among others) late one night, there was a lot of after-gig jamming going on. The door was open for fresh air, and a knock was heard. It was a policeman at the door, come to investigate a noise complaint, but his very first words were: "Gee, I don't know why anyone would complain about this great music!"