Tallahassee and all that jazz...
So you may know I like jazz. What you may not know is that I have become a groupie. Not to be confused with a junkie, which is what a gentleman mistakenly thought I said this morning during Howdie Doodie time at church (yes, apparently that is a word). A junkie - an abuser of drugs - is not the same thing as a groupie - a person who follows an entertainer around, apparently with the hope of meeting them. One imagines screaming teenagers at a Beatles concert a la 60s.
In may case, I don't necessarily have an obsessive, screaming desire to meet this jazz singer, but I highly esteem her melodious voice - particularly when singing jazz. Thom and I followed Ms. Avis Berry to the Moon last night where she was backed by the Tallahassee Symphony Orchestra. She sang Ella (Fitzgerald, that is) and Frank (Sinatra), Sarah Vaughan and TSO played Glenn Miller, Duke Ellington and more. It was quite heavenly, I must say.
And then I realized I've followed her to Moon over Maclay where we sat on the grass under a full moon to listen to her, to Northside Stage, and other places I can't even remember. I think this might be the definition of a groupie. So Avis Berry, wherever you are in Tallahassee, can I just ask, would you please send me your performance schedule?
That way when I'm extolling your singing virtues to the guests at the Little English Guesthouse, or local Tallahassee folks who haven't yet become groupies, and they ask "where is she this weekend?" I don't have to respond with a blank look and a furtive Google search. Thanks so much. See you soon!