My folks belonged to a dance group, "The Over The Hill Gang", with music provided by Mr. Casey, an extremely talented, play-by-ear organist. His Baldwin had even more bells and whistles than ours, and sounded like a full dance band. Mom and Dad invited me to those dances a couple of times and even though I begrudgingly went (come on, I was 19 or so and had better things to do), I actually had a good time. In fact, a few times when Mr. Casey took a break, I was asked to fill in. I was mortified at first, then totally surprised when I wasn't booed and people actually got up and danced to my Yellow Bird, Lady of Spain, Please Release Me, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini, etc.
To make a long story longer ... years passed, I moved away and my playing stopped. I purchased a small keyboard a few years ago to tinker with, but it wasn't the same so I sold it. When my folks moved in with me two years ago they brought their organ. Even when it arrived I didn't play, I just stared at it wondering if the brain cells that held the songs were still alive or long gone. It wasn't until recently I garnered up the courage to hit the "on" button and set up the sound effects. I started slow...Please Release Me...then, praise God, most of them came back (with a few missed notes here and there). Not only did I enjoy gliding my fingers across those keys, it brought back some very special memories, especially of my mom....she played too.
I decided I'm going to take breaks during the time set aside for writing (middle of the night) --- exchanging one keyboard for another. Who knows what inspiration awaits, right? And not to worry, I won't disturb anyone....the organ has earphones! Life is Good, God is Good!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
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