Thursday, December 18, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
We enjoyed hosting the world famous Jim D'Ville
for his "Play Ukulele By Ear" workshop.
It was good to have many other ukulele players join us for this.
Our first holiday program was at the
SC Presbyterian Community in Clinton.
They were such a great audience,
singing along on all the songs.
We enjoyed another terrific covered dish dinner
right before we played for the senior adults at
Washington Baptist Church in Greer.
And our final program for 2014
was for a huge audience
when we played for families of
the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints .
We are taking a break for several weeks to enjoy
the holidays and spend time with our families.
Merry Christmas from the Yesterukes!
And we wish all of you a Happy New Year.
See you back here in 2015.
Christmas Dreaming, Frank Sinatra, 1947
Monday, October 20, 2014
We've played at Edwards Road Baptist Church before several times. The audience gets bigger each time we go. When the evening was over, so many came up to tell us the program was "wonderful!" We love to hear that. Others said "excellent" and "exciting." And the last gentleman told me that our music brought back so many memories. Our songs were ones that they all knew. That's what we want to hear. When we can see nearly everyone singing along, we know we've done our job.
They Say It's Wonderful, Frank Sinatra, 1946
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Today's gig involved no huge covered dish dinner. There was no standing ovation. It was a very small audience. But we played our hearts out at The Haven, a memory care facility.
These are the gigs that are a little harder for us. The audience reacts very little. You have to trust that somewhere down deep the music resonates. And, then it happens.
We see a flicker of a smile. A head raises. A finger taps a rhythm. And there was the one sweet lady who sang every song along with us. The person who was there visiting with her told us that she couldn't tell you the day of the week, or what she ate for lunch. But the music she remembered.
Let's all hope that we are so full of songs that we will never forget them should we forget other things. And we hope that someone might come bring the music to us if we find ourselves on the audience side of the room.
Memories Are Made Of This, Dean Martin, 1956
Thursday, September 25, 2014
We had planned a little pre-practice party
to say goodbye to one who is leaving us
to move to another state.
She was our very first member.
Without her, there would be no Yesterukes.
Of course, there was cake.
The surprise was that we got to say hello
to one who has been away for quite a while.
We've missed her.
We allowed extra time for visiting.
The cake was delicious.
It was great when former members stopped by.
Maybe a tall tale or two was told.
Our newer members had a chance to get to know those
who have been in the band a long time.
Then we got down to business...
...and played the songs in our new set list.
The next gigs are going to be good ones!
Yes, we take our music seriously and work hard to make it good. But what makes this band a success is the community it has created. These people have come from so many places and so many backgrounds, brought together by the music. But they have found family here. That is why is we do what we do.
Hello, Goodbye, Beatles 1967
Thursday, September 18, 2014
You'll have to take my word for it. The Yesterukes did indeed play a great program for the senior adults at Buncombe St. United Methodist Church yesterday. I just forgot to make a photo until everyone had moved on to the dining area for lunch.
We have played for this group so many times that no one could remember how many programs we have done there. And they still tell us we are their most favorite entertainment. We think they are pretty special, too.
After You've Gone, Layton & Creamer, 1918
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Almost everyone in the band was in attendance for our first gig of the season. It was good to be back and the audience could feel the enthusiasm.
Over 100 people filled the ballroom. The residents at the Cascades Verdae sang along with us as we played through our set list. We could see them stretching and moving around to watch the band members. They wanted to see who the whistler was, to see who was "cracking the whip," and to watch all the fun that was going within the band.
When it was all over, the residents couldn't wait to come up and tell us that spending an hour with us had made them very happy. That's what we try to do—make people happy. We succeeded this time.