And suddenly, I'm in Florida. To find out why, click on the June 28th blog below. It may be awhile before I'm performing, but sign up below and I'll keep you posted.
In the meantime, I'm back to singing to my horse and his friends. They like standards, with a little Patsy thrown in for the horse in Stall 58.
Follow my journey below.
I was born in the 50's and as soon as I could crawl, I crawled right to the long, sleek stereo unit my parents had in the living room - just the right height for me to lay down and listen to all the wonderful music coming out of those big, fabric covered speakers at the bottom. Big bands, little bands, jazz combos, R&B. That music, that energy, seeped into my bones, my blood and my soul.
I think I understood the words of those lyricists long before I even knew how to speak or what words even were. Cole Porter, Harold Arlen, George Gershwin, Hoagy Carmichael. The List is long, but unfortunately, not endless. These men and women knew what words meant, and how to string them together like beautiful gemstones that could be worn a million different ways. The words stayed the same, but the meanings changed from vocalist to vocalist. Sinatra, Billie Holiday taught me to speak while I was learning my ABCs. I learned to love the words and the songs and the images they created in my mind. Who needed TV?
I can't believe how lucky I am. How grateful I am. And how intimidated I am to be able to sing with some of the best musicians in town. Musicians who have played in some of the best bands - big or little, ever. Ever.
I want to introduce all of them to you, so that you know what I am just starting to learn about them. How dedicated they are, to their instruments, to the music and to the other musicians they play with. They are truly amazing people who may never pass this way again.
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