lost in a sing

Saturday night arrived. So much had happened since the date was set that I had almost forgotten, but here it was and I wasn’t going to cancel. I dressed without much fuss, descended the stairs and off we went.

Something quite special happened in the Historic Synagogue this past Saturday as friends and strangers gathered to hear lyrics with phraseology just off the beat enough to be dead on it, to get so damned tickled by incredible players of piano, bass, and drum. New instruments that I didn’t recognize introduced themselves, teased and enticed me; my body immediately gave in. A small package with a gifted ability to mesmerize in a big way, her performance was perfect for the intimate space where she birthed a family in concert. My insides felt good as we let go collectively, heads catching the rhythm of the unified nod moving round the pews. We swayed individually and together, longed for more when the last note fell and she didn’t leave us hanging or disappointed.

Listening to Gretchen Parlato was as Zen to me as this photo of a pistachio orchid; an evening of elegant spirit embracing us from head to toe in a melodic tapestry, kept us wrapped in warm intricate notes sending us out into the gentle night air all a glow with a shared sense of soul fulfilled. If you are not familiar with her music, you are missing bliss.

Check out In a Dream and The Lost and Found, nothing bad on either CD for me and…

keep your peepers open!®