A Jazz Singer in Dallas, TX
It’s been nearly five years since we drove two cars from Southern California to what would become our home in Dallas, TX.
In the thirty years we lived in California, a lot of things changed there – some for the better, and some not.
Texas is a far different place, and even more different from the locales of my childhood: Coastal Connecticut and New York City.
In all of these places, though, one can certainly become enveloped in a strong sense of community.
And never more so than here, today.
Last night, I went out with a friend for dinner, and stopped in at a club to hear some friends play.
Sitting at the bar, I was befriended by four people – two seated on either side of me.
From, of all places, California.
I mean, they were from EXACTLY in California where I had lived and worked all those years.
They had just moved here.
When we friended each other on Facebook, we knew some people in common.
And not just ANY people, either.
I won’t name names, but they would be quite recognizable to almost anyone who watches TV, eats in restaurants or was a close friend of Frank Sinatra’s.
This sort of thing happens often areound here. Before I changed my California vanity plates to Texas generic ones, people used to walk up to me all the time and tell me they recognized the plates – and me – from my Orange County NewsChannel days. Someone even came over to me while I was shopping at a Sav-On in the burbs and asked if I was me.
Of course I was, and am.
She had recognized my voice.
Could California be moving to Texas?
Could the whole world be moving to Texas?
Maybe they’ve found out that there’s a heck of a lot of culture here.
In a community that’s as warm and sweet as a Malibu summer.
So, ok, there’s no ocean.
But we do have jazz.
Plenty of it.
Along with a delightful group of people who perform it and support each other.
And an audience for it.
And that, I like.