Some days you eat the Beaver, and some days the Beaver eats you…
It’s true. The infamous Flying Beaver is threatening to eat me alive. I find that strangely exciting. Starting on Wednesday, September 5, I will be there every Wednesday for the rest of my life.
Well…that may be a slight exaggeration.
Certainly, I will be singing there every Wednesday night until we run out of inspiration, orrrr…until they beg me to stop.
We’re still finessing the details, but I can tell you a couple of things that are certain:
1) We’re calling this Wednesday night extravaganza ***The Songbook Series***. That means, each Wednesday evening we’ll be devoting ourselves to the music of a unique artist – composer, lyricist or singer. For example, you can expect a Cole Porter evening, a Johnny Mercer evening, a Hoagy Carmichael evening, a Billie Holiday evening, and so on. Some of the names will be very familiar to many of you; other names, you may not recognize at all. Still, I can promise you that the songs will always be gorgeous pieces of classic writing from the realms of jazz, theatre and film.
With all of that in mind, I will just say that I am kinda stupidly excited about all of this – a weekly date in a sweet room with great sound, exploring and rediscovering stellar songs with brilliant musicians.
So really, the only lingering question is whether we will eat the beaver, or whether the beaver will eat us.
I guess there’s only one way to find out…