Top memory: my childhood congregation was very musical; lots of people played. A few times we'd have a jam session where this guy would dig out some pretty standard sixties rock, lead with the piano and we'd follow along (me transposing up on the clarinet...). He was this sweetest guy, he used to mimic Kermit the Frog singing the rainbow song perfectly. He was disfellowshipped about fifteen years ago, bless him.
Inevitably on these nights though somebody's mum would pull out a kingdom melodies book and we'd all have to honk away about the blessings of the preach. How to ruin a perfectly good night hey.
Ah well it's Saturday already. GTG, goodnight all.