Fun with music

It's a wrap!  The digital/analog blog must come to a close.  Thank you, to the followers of my Digital Music vs. Analog blog.  Your comments have helped to further shape and tailor my own opinions and knowledge.  Though the debate regarding concerns of which source is best can never truly be agreed upon, the topic has served well as an interesting foundation on which to discuss, explore, and debate. We have been on a journey of sorts, one that has involved the inspiration that birthed my desire to pursue music interests, to share various techniques/tips, and to explore the pro's and con's of both digital and analog recording.  Before I bid you all farewell, I will share with you one of my most treasured memories from my years on the road with Youth In Motion, Inc a youth centered evangelistic ministry team.  

Our team consisted of myself, and three other young women all of whom are Florida natives.  Our southern gospel/country praise team included a keyboard, bass guitar, and drums with four part harmony.  Our ages ranged from 16-26.  Each one of us took a lot of care to work diligently to minster effectively but we definitely had fun doing it too.    

Our ministry team had traveled over the hills of the Kentucky/Ohio line down deep into the Ohio valley.  It was a cold February and there was a thick snow on the ground when we pulled into the parking lot for this country framed "community" church with bucket loads of old-school charm.  After we had setup the equipment, we went back to our hotel and got dressed for service.  Upon entering for the church, I asked one of the church members where the bathroom was located and to my surprise she pointed outside to what looked like a poor-man's shed.  You guessed it; she was pointing at an out-house.  This is where I try not to "trip out" but it's dark, cold, and snowing; I didn't know what to think about this situation, until I thought, "Let's set Yanna up for a laugh!"

There was one team member that we could always count on to fix things that went wrong; Yanna was our technical support.  Our policy was that if we broke it, should could fix it. :)  If we screwed something up, she found a way to work it out.  I went to the out-house but when I returned to the church I discreetly went up to Yanna and whispered to her that the van key had fallen out of my coat pocket into the bottom of the outhouse sewer. (this is the joke)  What's important to note is that this was the ONLY key to the van!  We never had a second one made--there was no hide a key and we were twelve hours from home!  Yanna, with all seriousness looked up at me, pushed up her sleeves and stated, "Well, (sigh) Let's go get it."  Okay, now I'm surprised.

We walked out to the van (which wasn't locked), opened the back doors to the van, fumbled around for a flash light and some old wire coat hangers from our clothes closet area.  Then she began to untwist the wire hangers and straighten them out and connect the ends of each one to the other to make one long wire hanger.  Next, she headed off to the out-house about to plumage through poop!  But I could not hold my laughter any longer so in the words of the minister of the group (Lora) who had preached a sermon about the Keys of Death, Hell, and the Grave the service prior to this, I pulled the van keys out of my pocket, shook them, and said, "Hey Yanna, Whose got the keys?"  Then, we all laughed and I ran.[grin]

It's been almost 16 years since this event occurred; however, Yanna and I are still friends, attend the same church, and both are church musicians.  

A dear pastor friend stated to me once, "If you're not having fun, then you're doing it [your walk with God] wrong."  That's actually my philosophy for life too and it works.