After church yesterday, an elderly couple accosted me and complimented me on my playing, They are snow birds back from their winter abode. They told me they were glad I was there as the musician. I mention it to off set my whining here. I sometimes feel like I am performing to a void, that what I am doing is not being noticed.
Yesterday the pre-service crowd noise persisted into the first two stanzas of the opening hymn. I could hear the buzz as I lifted my hands to phrase between stanzas. Sigh. However, the participation quickly rose and remained strong for most parts of the rest of the service. I wish I could have been a bit more seductive in my accompaniment of the first hymn. Realizing that many of the people in the room were not with me, I plowed ahead.
Ah well. It’s hard not to be discouraged after a wedding like we had Saturday.
Quarterly update. Apparently this and the embedded links are available online to everyone. Excellent. I put this link up on Facebooger.
I’m not sure exactly what I think about this. I know I’m guilty off crossing boundaries that seem to be what this writer means by being yourself. At least I used to do this more. Now I’m a bit better at keeping the old trap shut. Hey. I just said A BIT better.
This is self described as one of the NYT’s most popular recipes. I like kneading.
Child labor instead of education. Nice.
This keeps popping up on my Facebooger feed. I finally bookmarked it. Looks complicated.