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|Then and Now ...|
In the weeks leading up to that incomparable evening there was the opportunity to work with Tru Peterson, a brilliant
jazz guitarist who is a graduate of Boston's Berklee School of Music; a colleague of Wynton Marsalis; who toured for a time with the folk legend, Joan Baez, and later with jazz singer Cassandra Wilson; and is currently teaching and performing in the Greater Bay Area.
We had four evenings of working together at my home in preparation for my appearance before a live audience -- 4 evenings of feeling the years drop away -- and for the first time in about 50 years I was going to sing before an audience! I had no
idea what would happen, but the experience became increasingly important to me as the time of the concert neared. Now is a time for integration
, and bringing more of my "selves"
together in what is surely my final decade has almost become an obsession.
I'm not at all certain that -- had it not been for the support and encouragement of my son, Bob, I'd ever have followed through. He was insistent
and loving and probably should be recognized as having been the motivating factor in this great adventure. Bob, along with his music partner, Margaret Miles, appeared together with me on stage for the first time. I think I've always seen Bob as living out those inherited music genes that I'd so long ago disowned. He is a natural performer who has lived
his music with passion throughout his life.
|A "Mom sandwich!"was created as |
sons, Bob and David, spontaneously
bounded onto the little stage!
In the beginning I felt tentative and for brief moments wished I'd not committed to exposing myself to ridicule (one friend aptly called it the "cringe" factor). My voice seemed to have shrunken to a whisper, and I was rushing
the phrasing and could see that Tru was having difficulty reading the level of my musicianship. I don't think that either of us doubted for a minute, though, that it was still there, though suffering from sheer panic, surely.
That evening I was surrounded and embraced by friends, some from a time when I was ever so young -- composing and singing -- and many who had no idea that this was ever
a part of my life, but who only knew me as a community activist, political ally, wife and mother, and -- more recently -- park ranger; certainly not as poet or singer. How would the revelation of the long concealed artist in me affect the rest of my life? I'm guessing that I am the only one concerned with the question. It probably held little importance to anyone else, and I'd wake the day after to find little has changed. And, you know what? That's precisely
what has happened.
The goal of raising enough funds to make a significant donation to NIAD was more than met, thanks to the support of so many friends and family (and a few strangers) who filled the room to overflowing!
Photo by Ellen Gailing
Life is spectacular, thank you!