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September 23, 2014
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Love is a four-letter word

Bebop, funk and pop sounds blend when the Dirty Dozen Brass Band comes to town.


I took pictures, shook hands and made myself look busy, a smile glued to my face all the while, ignoring the looks of pity, insisting that I was alone by choice. “Who has time?” I replied, when asked if I was by myself. “Between gigs, there’s the dog to walk, stories to write and shoveling, of course.” I left vodka out of the equation. Some things are better left unsaid. The concert left me feeling giddy, since they played with great joy and left the lovers wanting more, after belting out hits like “Git up,” “We gon’ roll,” and “E Flat Blues.” Before signing autographs and CD’s in the lobby, “St. James Infirmary” filled the night air and I took off, still tapping my toes as I drove home, one eye on the sky.

The storm was about to hit and I was happy to have had the foresight to stock up on the essentials. Puppy love greeted me and I patted and petted, listening to the ice hit the glass. “Aren’t we lucky?” I cooed at the wonder dog, “with no one to tell us what to do? The world is our oyster, let’s play fetch!” A few vodkas later, I woke up in a pool of drool and slumped into bed, as Dharma fought for the covers and licked me. “Could be worse,” I thought, while going over the schedule for the rest of the week. “Serenade: Your Business Valentine’s Mixer” (www.marketmarketcafe.com) in Rosendale, NY, sounded like a stretch while “Valentine’s Day—How do you show your love?” (www.aromathymebistro.com), in Ellenville, NY was just plain (Mr. Bitter? Party of one?) out of the question.

My invite for the Musicians Gathering at the Catskill Distilling Company in Bethel, NY on Valentine’s Day (www.dancingcatsaloon.com) stared back at me. “What better way to serenade your loved one for the holiday,” it screamed, “than a night of steady love songs? We’re all looking forward to it.” Uh-huh. Flipping channels, I was momentarily grateful not to have anyone fighting for the remote and I drifted off again. As cupid invaded my dreams, I drew back my bow and took aim. Standing over his adorable lifeless body, I admired my handiwork and I awoke refreshed, prepared to face another day of whine and roses.

Love may be grand, but in my house, it’s just (IMHO) another four letter word.