Ebbie...those old childhood songs are the last ones to go, too. Singing in convalescent homes with a large number of dementia and Alzheimers, many of whom can't put together a cohesive sentence, I find they can still sing You are my Sunshine, My Bonny Lies over the ocean, Workin' on the Railroad, etc. Makes me think that music resides in the old brain...

JimmieT...These days I mostly sing on my front porch, out in the country near Paso Robles, CA. But I occasionally do an afternoon gig at a local winery, and I play with a couple of local musicians. They are younger, however, and to my surprise am finding myself playing a lot of Eagles tunes...a far cry from Mary Hamilton!