For most of us, home is a tangible place: the room you are in now, the place where you spent your childhood, or the woods across the street, a friend’s basement, the house you now have the mortgage on.
But the real definition is broader: home is the place where people you love and who love you gather, the place you feel warmed and protected and seen, where you hug and are hugged. And home can be portable: the hotel room with the little Christmas tree.
The definitions shift depending on one’s needs at the moment, but one of my homes is, perhaps oddly, a place I visit for a long weekend once a year, the San Diego Jazz Fest, which I’ve described most recently here.
At this gathering, I know I will hear and witness the music that speaks most directly to my heart. Here are two examples of that music — recorded at the 2017 Fest — featuring Marc Caparone, cornet; Dawn Lambeth, vocal; Conal Fowkes, piano. It would be an impudence to describe it. You must experience it for yourself.
HOME (When Shadows Fall) by Marc and Conal:
WAITING AT THE END OF THE ROAD by the trio:
This music — and the people connected to it — make me feel embraced by the world, a rare and memorable feeling, one I savor and invite you to savor as well.
And since I’ve buried the lede, the 2018 San Diego Jazz Fest starts this Wednesday, November 21, and goes to Sunday, November 25. You can find out all you need to know in the link above. And there’s a turkey dinner, should you find yourself terrified that you won’t have had your holiday fiesta. But the feast is in the music.
May your happiness increase!