The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up. ~Mark Twain, American writer
I think one of the worst things about this pandemic is its silence.
I’m not talking about its dearth of words. They’re everywhere, as people turn to writing and communicating their feelings and impressions like never before.
What I’m talking about is its quiet.
Concerts, theater, movies, dramas — all cancelled. Or at least postponed.
No singing in church. No little theater. No senior recitals. No summer band….
Wait, there’s a chance we might have that at least!
On an abbreviated scale, of course, and way different from usual.
These are unusual times, you know.
But the tourism department (under whose umbrella our community band plays) is working feverishly to salvage at least some of our season.
Because they know how much the public needs to hear our songs.
Especially now, when everybody could use a little cheering up.
What we’re looking at is a “sanitized” version of band, to protect us as musicians and the public as audience.
We’ll have to change venue, moving practices and concerts to outdoors.
We’ll have to wear masks to set up and take down music stands and chairs.
We’ll have to place one musician per stand and folder, and set up in such a way that there’ll be lots of distance among us.
And the audience will need to sit in (or beside) their cars — like those old drive-in movies that once were so popular.
I’ve seen clips of people across the world playing mini-concerts on their instrument-of-choice from their front porch or balcony for their neighbors.
I’ve seen online choirs perform concerts where each member recorded from home their part, and somebody talented put the clips together for everyone’s enjoyment.
I think it proves that music is important. That some of us have to sing, dance, play an instrument.
Not just for ourselves, but for others.
Music is a language all its own, and not even a pandemic can silence it!