Any Special Requests?
Just an FYI: When performing for a roomful of Alzheimer’s patients, it may not be wise to ask for song requests from the audience. Not unless you want to hear the same song over and over!
A well-known local band visited Mom's memory care facility as a special treat. As soon as they played one requested song another member of the audience would ask for the same song again! And each time, all the residents would nod their head approvingly at the suggestion! As though they hadn't just heard the song over and over! I was pleasantly surprised that Margaritaville and Hotel California were the two requested tunes. But now I cannot get either of them out of my head.
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