When I was a kid, my extended family was like an Italian/German version of a Norman Rockwell Painting. We gathered regularly at my Grandparent's House. And while their kitchen tended to be the heart of their home, at the end of the hall in a room no larger than some closets today, there was a well loved upright piano; in their living room was an organ.
Music was always present there. On holidays and throughout the year, it embraced us. We sang. We danced. We made wonderful memories. I never gave much thought as to whether I could or couldn't sing or dance. In fact talent and ability never entered my mind. Instead I immersed myself in the pure joy of the moments. Somewhere along the way, that changed. I recognized that singing wasn't my strong suit, and I started to listen to music instead of singing along. Sensible? Maybe. Fun? Not so much.
Well Friends, that's about to change! 2017 is going to be filled with the pleasure of things that make me uncomfortable, and Pop Up Chorus is where it all begins. If you're within driving distance, I'd love to have company! We can even have dinner before or after or along the way. What can I say, I'm true to my roots. Food and music go hand in hand!