A couple years ago I got tired of being able to play but not being able to sing. I went in for voice lessons. I'm better. The voice lessons have transmogrified into a jam session that does not always include vocals. I'm learning a bit of music theory and we have a good jam session. She brings in something to work on or I bring in something to work on. Who am I kidding? I call this work? It is joy.
I like Christmas. I also like some (but not all) Christmas carols. Music instructors usually hate Christmas carols, which is understandable. They have many young students trying to pick out the melody of "Jingle Bells" or "Frosty the Snowman" and missing the target rather badly. All day long. This is another form of Hell.
Last year I suggested we do both Ave Maria and Oh Holy Night. Nailed them both, eventually. She was rather proud. This year we are not restricted to vocals.
I drug in an old Ukrainian Christmas carol that has been one of my favorites for the last 50 years. Her reaction: What, you want to play that?!?! Okey dokey, let's get started. Show me what you've got.
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