I hope the pleasure I take in attending jazz festivals, parties, concerts, clubs, comes through as strongly as I feel it.
In many ways, being able to move around to hear the jazz musicians I so admire is the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. That many of these musicians have become friendly to me is a wonderful gift, and that I am allowed to bring my video camera and record the music (until my neck hurts) feels like a marvelous present.
And my only responsibility in all this is to let everyone know what a wonderful time I had and to post videos that make my words superfluous.
All of this came true once again at the 2012 Sacramento Music Festival, which took place over Memorial Day weekend this past year. I saw, heard, and delighted in performances by the Reynolds Brothers, Clint Baker, Rebecca Kilgore, Dan Barrett, Rossano Sportiello, Pieter Meijers, Bryan Shaw, Justin Au, Brandon Au, Howard Miyata, Earl McKee, Charlie Castro, Stan Huddleston, Bruce Huddleston, Stephanie Trick, Vince Bartels, Nicolas Montier, Russ Phillips, Jeannie Lambert, Allan Vache, Jennifer Leitham, Phil Flanigan, Danny Coots.
I couldn’t see everyone, because the SMF is such a lively cornucopia of sounds. If anyone is disappointed that I did not video-record Kid Jalapeno, come to the 2013 Sacramento Music Festival and get that pleasure first-hand!
Here are my heroes: Marc Caparone, cornet; Clint Baker, trombone; Ralf Reynolds, washboard; John Reynolds, guitar, whistling; Katie Cavera, string bass. At one time or another during the SMF, each one burst into song, gloriously. Together they form a pocket-sized version of the Luis Russell band plus plus plus . . . .
Appropriately, STRIKE UP THE BAND:
I’VE GOT MY FINGERS CROSSED:
SUNDAY, for Bix and the Keller Sisters and Lynch, Eddie Lang and Jean Goldkette:
IF I HAD YOU, with the multi-talented Mister Baker on clarinet:
DARK EYES, with Soviet riffin’ this evening:
Bless them all.
May your happiness increase.