That night at Birdland

If my head was not attached to my neck.... I meant to post this right after the gig a month ago, and realized (with some bemusement and embarrassment) that I never said anything about how the Birdland show went, at least not in the Land o' Blog. So here is the set list, with my apologies for the delay.

1. Something’s Coming  Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim

2. On the Street Where You Live  Alan Jay Lerner / Frederick Loewe

3. Seven Years in Four Minutes  Medley arr. by Tex Arnold and Laurel Massé

4. Think About Your Troubles   Harry Nillsson

5. Dublin in the Rain  Hubert “Tex” Arnold / Carol Hall

6. Can’t Teach My Old Heart New Tricks  Richard Whiting/Johnny Mercer

7. Minuet and Gigue  Johann Sebastian Bach

8. My Blue Heaven  Walter Donaldson / George Whiting

9. It’s Only a Paper Moon  Harold Arlen / E.Y. Harburg & Billy Rose

10. Dividing Day  Adam Guettal

11. Crazy  Willie Nelson

12. It’s Only a Broken Heart  Carol Hall

13. Old Devil Moon  Burton Lane / E.Y. Harburg

14.  Obsession Medley: Losing My Mind   Stephen Sondheim
                                      With Every Breath I Take  Cy Coleman / David Zippel
                                      Breathing  Michele Brourman / Amanda McBroom

15. Fascinating Rhythm  George Gershwin / Ira Gershwin

16. Finding Beauty  Ann Hampton Callaway

(Encore: Doodlin’  Horace Silver / Jon Hendricks)

Seven Years in Four Minutes is my Manhattan Transfer medley, by the way.

In all this I was ably assisted and inspired by Tex Arnold on piano, Richard de Rosa on drums, and Steve LaSpina on bass. Everything went very very well, and I was specially pleased that the new pieces were as I had heard them in my imagination. What a great rhythm section!

The audience was wonderful, too. Folks were there from many different parts of my life: Transfer, jazz musicians, Cathedral choir folk and clergy and volunteers, classical musicians, Ashokan friends, blog readers, media, fellow artists, students, Yale Cabaret folks. Very fine indeed.

My secret wish,though, is this: one day, having just sung the last notes of the Bach piece, I will see my cello teacher from Paris, Alain Meunier, in the house, smiling and applauding. That will really be a dream-come-true.

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