A musician I know emailed me last night, “Michael, are you going to Sacramento?”
“Try and stop me,” I thought.
I don’t really like travel all that much: a series of small discomforts, even though everyone from the TSA agents to the person sitting next to me on the airplane is pleasant and more. I have to remember to pack batteries for everything that needs a battery.
But live hot jazz played by my friends is enough to make me strap that seat belt low and tight around my hips (it sounds like a song from Mamie Smith’s 1929 repertoire, doesn’t it) and get ready for takeoff.
So I will be away from JAZZ LIVES for this long holiday weekend . . . but I will be
a) having the time of my life listening to the Reynolds Brothers, Clint Baker, Rebecca Kilgore, Dan Barrett, Rossano Sportiello, High Sierra, Bryan Shaw, Howard Miyata, Hal Smith, Molly Ryan, Sue Kroninger, and two dozen other heroes and heroines;
b) Isn’t a) enough?
This will all happen at the Sacramento Music Festival, which begins on Friday afternoon and goes through until mid-Monday. I know that there is room for you, too, so if you can get yourself there, it will be worth the trip. Memorial Day is often degraded in this country: instead of celebrating the lives of those who died for us, we have “sales” at the mall. But the Sacramento Music Festival — and its cousins — offer us tangible proof, through music created in front of us, that it is good to be alive and in love with living.
I hope I will see some of my friends who don’t play instruments there — as well as the wonderful people making the air ring.
Here is the SMF’s Facebook page.
And here is a link to their schedule on the SMF website.
May your happiness increase.