Each year, around this time, my husband and I play for a local church. It's not a "big" deal, but it is. It's a very established musically minded church in the community, and I always feel more judged than I actually am. I have been there long enough, and heard enough singers to know that the 8 o'clock group says Amen and the 11 o'clock group claps.
This is the third time I've made an arrangement for the services. Several years back, I put a recorder part to "What Wondrous Love is This?" When we played it, I knew I had succeeded in my arrangement ideas because the 8 o'clock group clapped and the 11 o'clock group was quiet! Last year, I took a song from a few years back that is quite poiniant to now, put a flute part to it, for Scott, and played it. I've been so emotional about the song, I wasn't able to listen to it until this week. I know I suprised some who hadn't heard me sing before, and those who know our family well understood the meaning and reason of the words of the song - a song about God remaining Unchanged through our lives, and the lives of our parents.
This year has been more challenging. Scott found a song he liked, and though I didn't obtain true permission, I found the energy and committment to put the song to paper. THis too purchasing an upgrade of a music composition program, several "OH, NO!!" moments as I neglected to properly save my work, hours of listening and correcting notes on the page, and too many harmonies floating in my head! The finished product? Well, it isn't yet. We have 3 weeks until the church performance, and while I believe it will be fine, the true test will be the day of playing.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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