Last night was a treat. The mixed quartet I sing in performed at our local performing arts center. Not on the grand stage in the theater, but in a small venue. We sang for the local high school's class of 1951's class reunion. It was fun.
We began our program with a rousing gospel number called, "Let All the World Rejoice." We followed up with "It Had to be You," "What a Wonderful World," another gospel medley called "Swingin' With the Saints." We took time out to introduce ourselves, and tell a little about each of us, then went into a medley of songs by Indiana composer, Hoagy Carmichael. We finished up our program with a tribute to America, which of course contained segments from several old patriotic standards.
We were a success. I figured those listening were pretty near 80 years old, and they seemed to be attentive and enjoy what we were singing.
I have contemplated giving up this group. I talked to them about it last night. Our soprano and alto were supportive of me if I decide to quit, but our bass was pissed off at me for even thinking about it. My only response to him when he snottily said, "why would you want to quit" was just that I didn't want to do it any more.
Then, while I was up there in front of about 75 to 100 people, looking out at them smiling, and tapping, some even singing along, I thought, "why DO I want to give this up?" So, maybe I need to rethink this through again. It takes a lot of energy, and I can truthfully say that after a performance, and the adrenalin rush wears off, I am pooped. I am, by far, the oldest one in the group. But I love to sing. I also sing in a men's gospel quartet. That's really where my loyalty and love is. That kind of harmony and music speaks to me. (And, I don't have to put up with the snarky bass, either.)
I will continue to ponder, and pray about this decision. It is not one I will rush into lightly, nor hurriedly.