One of the wonderful things about being a gigging musician in California in the 70s was the downtime, spent with like-minded people just laying back with beers, instruments, good company and a continuous jam going on. Fiddles, git-fiddles, mandolins, banjos and whatever was to hand, full of every kind of music, laughter and spontaneous creativity, never to be repeated but happily thrown away to where such idylls go. Barbecues were always a feature of such afternoons/evenings nights but done by folk who knew what they were doing. Food poisoning wasn't ever an option.