Tonight I went to a friend’s apartment for “Hymnalong” which is basically “Hymns and Beer”. We sat around, drank beer, and sang old hymns. Simple as that.
This group of people is really talented (unlike yours truly). For instance check out this and also this by guys who were there. We had some guitars, a couple of mandolins and a banjo accompanying us.
And we just sang old hymns. With the harmonies and the instruments it sounded amazing.
There’s something that makes me want to sing some of those songs with a very strong Southern accent. I guess because that’s how I heard them growing up. My family had a mountain cabin and we would attend a country church on Sundays that just had a piano and did traditional hymns the traditional way.
I have to admit that at the time I found the hymns boring. I didn’t particularly care for the lyrics or the melody. I would rather listen to, I don’t know, Madonna or something. But knowing those songs now feels like a gift my parents gave me. I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but now I am so grateful that I know these melodies and lyrics.
These old songs are beautiful and evocative and some are profound. It was a joy to sing them.