This evening, I had the privilege of playing for my sweet, 92-year-old grandmother and the other residents in the dining hall of the assisted living/skilled nursing facility where she lives during dinner.

She has struggled to remember names and faces for a while, so it’s always tough to visit. I know it’s all in there because there is recognition in her eyes, but her thoughts are clouded.

I played all standards out of my edition of the Real Book because I figured this crowd would have a connection and appreciation for that era. Turns out that was a good move because as I played and looked around the room I saw heads moving, people swaying, people snapping, and I heard people humming along with me.

At one point, after playing the tune “My Way”, something cool happened. My grandmother who has not called me by name in over a year looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Oh Michael, your grandfather and I used to dance to that song.”

Music heals. Music is meaningful. Music is powerful.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

-Michael

Now That is beautiful! Thank you for sharing!


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Wonderful! Thank you for this wonderful post.

You Will remember that gig for a long long time!

Great story. Indeed music is medicine for the mind and soul for the player and recipient.

Steve A

Great story. Indeed music is medicine for the mind and soul for the player and recipient.

Steve A

Great post, thanks for sharing this.

Best Post I've read in a long time!! Thank you.

It was a special night for sure. One I will remember for a long time.

Thank you all for your kind words.

-Michael

That’s such a beautiful post Michael.

You won’t forget that in a hurry !