A bunch of folks, mostly from churches, get together once a month to sing at a nursing home. Well, not at so much as with. We bring songbooks and pass them out, and any residents who wander into our gravitational pull sing along. We call the group Joyful Noise because obvs.
First, we sing some old hymns. I’m talkin’ “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In the Garden” and my grandpa’s favorite, “It Is Well With My Soul”. Then some old secular pieces, like “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” and “Home On the Range”. It’s fun!
We have ladies who play the piano with us, one who plays the flute, and one who fiddles and who punctuates our vocalizations with solo fiddle tunes.
Well, last month, she was the only instrumentalist with us. She’s very good at playing pieces written in one key into another key in which most of us can approximate most of the notes. One tune, though, she tested for highest and lowest notes in this and that key, couldn’t find one she trusted us with, got flustered, and said,
“Oh, just sing it!”
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner, I’d encourage you to join in on the fun. You can follow this link to participate and to see the one-liners from the other participants.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Write about poor singing that is well received.