My Bubby both pre and post Holocaust loved to be a part of choirs. She had a gorgeous singing voice and loved to sing. She would sing along to anything with a smile on her face, lost in the melody as if it took her to a far away place. When I picture her in my memories, I think of her with her eyes closed, rocking back and forth, singing holiday
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i cant sing worth a damn. but i can play instruments. i can hear those instrumental notes and repeat them and find them on the exact right notes of those instruments. but i CANNOT fucking sing those notes i hear. to the frustration of many music teachers.
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That's awesome that you can play an instrument! I tried but because I struggle to keep a rhythm even when clapping or tapping my foot, I'm not very good at playing.
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