Some people drink to forget. I go to concerts.
Tonight I chose to slake memories with Jazz Violin Summit 2 at the London Public Library’s Wolf Performance Hall. The two in question were Sig Martin and Peter Robertson, joined by guitarist Larry Smith, bass player Peter Hysen, drummer Sandy MacKay, and Dean Harrison on piano and accordion. The group was excellent; my only complaint is that they’d only really started to cook by the end of the night, capping the evening with Dinah.
(Don’t look at me like that. I’m allowed to use cook that way. Anyone who knows me knows I am nothing if not a hep cat.)
It’s ironic that Dinah should have been the last tune, given the reason I went, but I’m not going to dwell on that right now. I’ve still got a couple of hours left on my musical high, and I intend to make full use of them.
I was told before I met you that you had your finger on the pulse of what was going down. So yes, a hepcat you are.