Don't Tell Mama

One image that I still cannot get out of my mind was the time that our two youngest sons and I spent on a Tuesday night last week at Don’t Tell Mama in New Amsterdam. There was a piano player there, by the name of Tracy Stark who had to be one of the most phenomenal piano players I have ever heard. She rarely looked at the keys. She could sight read anything. She had tons of tunes stored in her head. It was like that the piano was an extension of her soul. I was shocked, astonished, amazed. There were several open mike singers that evening, and all of them were helped because of the amazing talents of that woman. We were treated to a whole panoply of styles from wickedly funny to cutting edge mea culpa recognition for crimes of the past (performed by son # 3 no less). You should have been there.