I love the organ. I love its deep, throaty rumbles that can vibrate you out of your seat. I love the slight disharmony of using a 5/8 pipe. I love the high delicate flute. I love, love, love the horns. I went to college on an organ scholarship. That's not such a big deal - what high school kid learns how to play the organ? I'm sure all three of us across the country got organ scholarships. I loved playing and performing (and even the practicing most days). So it was a thrill to see and hear such a grand organ, and the choir was wonderful, too. It filled my bucket.
The theme of the program was "Come depressed, leave refreshed." Yes, and yes. So glad I could go. Still battling the blues, but any drops in my nearly-empty bucket are appreciated and oh, so refreshing. If you ever get the chance, go.