My little friend “Swiggle” Murchison had her Sweet Sixteen party this summer, and it was a blast. I should explain that the Murchisons are dear friends of mine — musical and otherwise — and that everyone in their family has pet names. Dad is “Hoppy,” Mom is “Luscious,” and “Swiggle” got her name as an especially wiggly infant who more than once nearly flew off the changing table. Now she dances to jazz.
For her Sweet Sixteen, they hired a band — four of the finest — Danny Tobias, trumpet; Jay Rattman, reeds; Chris Flory, guitar; Joe Plowman, string bass. But that’s not all. Hoppy is a Broadway stage designer and Luscious is a realtor who stages houses for her clients, so they transformed (for one afternoon only) a large room in their house into a simulated jazz club. And the music was lovely. They allowed me to share a few selections.
What a delight to know Swiggle, Hoppy, Luscious, Danny, Jay, Chris, and Joe. And to have a jubilant audience to share joys with. That’s you.
ALL BY MYSELF:
HOW’S IT GO? (Danny’s composition on the harmonies of SHINE):
LULLABY OF THE LEAVES:
IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU:
Sadly, the cake is all gone, so there’s no point in asking me for the Murchisons’ address. But the lovely memories remain.
May your happiness increase!