Hubby said, "Let's have some music for dinner."
What do you want to hear?
Simon & Garfunkel? Gershwin?
"No, something different"
Then I spied it: Oscar Peterson Trio plus One. Hmm, that must have been one of my thrift store finds.
So after Tim blessed the food, I dropped the needle on and we were treated to the best jazz I'd heard in a long time. It was clean and sophisticated. And the pianist was incredible!
While listening and eating, we talked about a children's book idea that I was collaborating with an local artist on. We argued about stupid stuff.
But mostly over our bean soup and salad we talked about the great music playing on the turntable!
Wow, I didn't know we had this. The 1964 album gave us an amazing menu of pieces and my new jazz mentor. Later I remember being introduced to him at Dick Grove Music school in Van Nuys, CA years ago. I still have the charts we studied by him.
Our feet could hold back no more. We flipped the vinyl to side two and my husband did something very uncharacteristic of himself and out of the ordinary. He grabbed my hand and led me to the family room to dance.
And I followed. I mean, I actually let him lead.
Not like our first dance lesson debacle.
It was a little bit 70's random arm jerking, 50's swing and fox trox. Spinning me forward and backward then back to front, we sidled and swirled and giggled our way through that bass improv, the piano licks and flugelhorn riffs. We'll be ready for Cody Johns' wedding next week. We'll be tearing up the dance floor!!
Then we lay on the floor exhausted in the pile of records.
What a great night!
No TV
A new/old jazz mentor - Thank you Oscar Peterson.
Dancing, and it was only a Thursday night.
And a pile of records.
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