Prior to Anne’s and my seven-week performance (and walking, and BEER DRINKING) tour of the UK in May, we played a ragtime festival run by fabulous ragtimist (his word) Bob Milne that’s annually held in Frankenmuth, MI at the world-famous chicken restaurant, Zehnder’s. It’s always a great time; the pianos are top-notch, the food is plentiful, and the response is rapturous. Bob runs a loose ship; he calls himself “the Director who doesn’t direct” and pretty much allows us all to do anything we want as long as it’s in good taste. I’ve had the honor of being annually invited to perform for the past twenty five years. It happens every April and is worth a try if you’ve never made it before. You’ll be hooked!
I bring up this festival because a strange thing happened this year. I’ve been aware of people who have “perfect pitch,” including my dear pal pianist Brian Holland. For those who don’t know what that is, there are two definitions. The first is “the ability to name a note upon hearing it with no reference as to key or tonality.” That’s actually m
The Rise of a Jazz Vibraphonist: Evelyn Yosmali
Garry Berman
