It didn't take us long to learn that he wanted everything to be blue. Everything. Before I knew this, I handed him a red kazoo once. He brought it back the following week and said he couldn't play it. He could only play a blue one. He wanted the blue music stand and the blue notebook and the blue flowered lei. Guess it's good our official shirts just happened to be blue.
We have well over 200 songs in our "big notebook," some we've sung often and others we've only played through a couple of times. And out of those many, many songs and years of practices, there are only two that we can play without using music for the words and/or chords—Happy Birthday (because we are asked to play it often at gigs) and Yes Sir, That's My Baby.
For reasons we'll never understand, Yes Sir, That's My Baby was his special song—"special" as in we had to play it each and every week. He grinned like a kid on Christmas morning every single time we played it. After we realized this was going to be a permanent request, it became our "ending song" for every practice. So after years of playing and singing it each week, we play it very well. At our practice in a couple of days, we just might let it be our first song.
Today we ordered blue flowers for his memorial service. We're all betting that in his heaven, everything is blue.
My Blue Heaven, Gene Austin, 1928