Today was a first. After playing 3 gigs with Marco deCarvalho this week, I struck out on my own for the Juanita Farmer’s Market. Since those Brazilian tunes were already under my fingers, I began to play, and soon noticed a woman singing along in Portuguese on every song. She was also pointing her cell phone my way. I thought she was making a video, but instead she had called her dad in São Paulo whom I could see on her screen. He was also singing along, and was later joined by her uncle. Her name is Raquel, she plays flute, and said I’d inspired her to go home and practice.