Thursday, November 29, 2012
In 1998, shortly after having moved to Portland, my brother stepped off a Tri-met bus and bent down and picked up a CD and brought it home. It had a yellowish cover with a picture of some people in front of the Eiffel Tower on it and he mentioned that it looked like fun and we should listen to it. We didn't stop listening to it until it was so scratched that every song skipped.
Last night my cousin Lisa came to pick me up and take me out for our combined birthday celebrations. We both celebrate in November but hadn't seen each other for quite some time. I knew she had something planned but I wasn't quite so sure. I was shocked when Pink Martini strode onto the stage at the Davis Symphony Hall in San Francisco to perform but what made it so wonderful was the fact that we were front row and smack dab in the middle. I felt almost like I was on stage performing too.
When they introduced themselves and announced that they were from Portland I had to give a shout out to Portland because for a long time after leaving Portland I considered myself a Portlander and wanted to go back. But maybe we will have to postpone that move now that we are in the process of moving somewhere else.
They performed something from all their albums and it was so fun to hum along or mouth all the words. The last song they did was Brazil and people got up and formed a conga line and danced through the song. There is nothing quite like seeing a live group like that; harp, guitar, violin, piano, congas, percussion, trumpet, clarinet and they were backed up by the San Francisco Symphony. If you have never seen something like that, splurge, because you will spend the whole next day singing.
Just like I have been.