If it's not digital its not wanted today. Doesn't take years of practice to say hay alexia play a song for me. She is every were even in the car with you.
There are moments when I consider my loss of hearing a big plus. Never again will I hear a kid who has spent 5 years learning to walk his sticks across the head of his drum that resembles a kettle corn popper for what seemed an eternity as he took authority and complete attention over 100+chatting people in a Church. Onliest thing keeping that room silent was the question did he have one more stroke left to swing. It was barely perceptible that the mighty Wurlitzer was whispering a base note as the drum fell silent, a note you felt more than heard. I had a hunch and glanced at the Leslie a few feet away , it was slowly rotating ready to go to work when 120 pounds of Organist so ordered. The Wurlitzer was ready and willing and it wouldn't be long until 3+ feet of red hair flew. One girl using 1 finger was about to take the room from the kettle corn popper and own it using a lot less energy.
The only voice in the room was named Wurlitzer and now certain the bearings in the Leslies were ready Wurlitzer began to speak. He started with just that single note added a bit of power a couple more fingers and I think a toe attached to the other end of the girl with the mane. I glanced at the podium and saw the Preacher heading for his seat. Whatever he had planned to say would wait. Another note added and I glanced back to the mighty machine. The girl on the bench still looked innocent akin to an Irish Setter pup awaking from his nap. She was walking the monster slowly up its scale. The only thing that could stop what was coming would be a power failure.
A few people in the room, mayhaps newcomers shifted on their feet not from disrespect, more for want of a hint of what was coming. There was no pause, With everybody including Wurlitzer synced the clouds parted and Wurlitzer delivered. The only thing missing as Wurlitzer delivered
God Bless America was Kate Smith's voice. Kate wasn't needed that night.
Damn Straight is the same as Amen, ain't it?
Preacher slipped off his stool and stepped to the microphone as the congregation regained its orientation. He was a knowing man, said Folks I have learned the key to a happy marriage is listening to my wife when she speaks. You just heard her, I got nothing to add.
Things like that just gonna happen time to time when a bunch of Nam Vets get together in a room in a plaza under a laundromat where they don't have to remember the Class of 45 don't want them.
I have no recall of ever meeting Alexia, got no feelings toward her at all, but I doubt she could carry the Redhead's music cases. Alexia might be good, might be dam good but I got $100 says she has no idea what to play in an instant when the doors snap open and the only person not on his feet is in a wheelchair as a Gold Star Mother is escorted to her seat on the preacher's arm.
Probably best I don't hear a lot any more!