Sunday at 2 p.m., people started to arrive. A cast of thousands or so it felt like. We had cooked for days (they hit the food like locus) and were having our champagne and watched as Christine Lavin, our star arrived, followed by a star-studded group.
Chris was generous to a fault and had almost everyone perform, but of course the highlight was Chris singing songs from her new CD, Just One Angel, and reading from her new book, Cold Pizza for Breakfast: A Mem-Wha. Such an easy read, and fun. Every one who performed was wonderful in their own way.
I was especially taken by David Ippolito’s rendition of the John Wallowitch tune, This Moment, which is on Chris’s new CD.
David Rashe was a delight and a surprise, more known for acting (rather deep work as a foremost interpreter of playwright David Mamet on stage and an actor in movies made by Woody Allen, Paul Mazursky and more). He sang Christmas in L.A., also from the CD. George Wurzbach not only performed one of his songs, but helped other people by jumping in on the piano when needed.
In attendance were many other talented folks who did not perform. The rooms were in an uproar all day, performers and artists are the best audience. And so the season starts.