Dear Jazz Lover,
Do you remember the first time you spent an evening in a classy jazz club? The ambience? The way you were gripped by the performance?
I'll never forget the first time I did. It was at a place called "Chandler's" in Boise, Idaho. Susan, a lover of mine brought me there for a date once, many years ago.
I was puzzled. I really didn't understand why she was insisting on taking me there. I didn't even really like jazz at the time.
She was the kind of woman who always dressed up, whether we were on a date or not. But this time, she was dressed to the nines. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
I only had one nice outfit. And it wasn't really all that nice - a grey pinstripe suit my mother had bought me when I was 17 at the London airport. It was too small. I looked a little goofy in it. And I couldn't remember how to tie a tie. It turned out that Susan knew better than I.
After we finished dressing up, we got in her car and headed over to the club. There was a line out the door. It was a weeknight and I was surprised the place was so busy. When we finally got to the front of the line, she handed the door man our tickets and we stepped inside.
The moment I set foot in the place, I could see why she liked it so much. It was darkly lit with candles on every table. Everyone was dressed so well, talking in hushed tones, waiting for the band to come on stage.
We got a table and sat down across from each other. Suddenly, somehow, this environment caused something to awaken in the both of us. It was as if it were our first date. We were both practically bubbling over with excitement and couldn't really even explain why.
When the owner of the club stepped out on the stage to introduce the band, everyone immediately hushed. We turned our heads.
And, I can't tell you exactly what happened next.
All I can tell you is that from that moment onward until the show was over, we were so transfixed that we nearly FORGOT about each other. And that's something else, because just before, we couldn't keep our eyes (or hands) off each other.
All I remember was the voice of the female vocalist and how it soared across the landscape of masterful improvisation by the rest of the band.
When the performance ended, we didn't want to leave. We were torn between the excitement we felt about being there and the excitement we felt about going home.
Suffice it to say, of all the dates I had with Susan, that's one I'll never forget.
Unfortunately, you won't find many jazz clubs open in the United States these days because of what's gone down in the last year. The last one I went to was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
And it was actually my son's idea to go there. It was a tiny place and I don't remember the name.
But still, we spent hours there, totally transfixed. And by far, it was our best night on our holiday vacation in Cabo.
You might be asking yourself at this point - what does all this have to do with Sarah Partridge?
I'll tell you - it's because Sarah's voice has the kind of power to transfix you and sweep you away just like that.
The first time I heard it, it took me right back to that date at Chandler's with Susan. And from that moment onward, I knew I had to do everything I could to help Sarah get her music out there.
Why? Because there's no feeling like that in the world. And we all deserve to feel classy now and then. We all deserve to have our passion for life reignited. Especially now with what's going on in the world.
I believe Sarah's music can do that for you. Even if you don't like jazz.
And if you're a jazz buff, then what are you waiting for?
If you're not convinced yet that Sarah's cause is worth buying into, there's one more thing I should tell you...
In 2011, Susan passed away suddenly from lung cancer. It was only two months from her diagnosis to her death. The grief hit me so hard, I could barely got out of bed for months.
Eventually, I recovered. Sort of.
I mean, thinking of her still brings a tear to my eye from time to time. Like now, as I write this letter.
Because she was the kind of person who always did everything she could to make other people feel better.
As a matter of fact, she went to great lengths to make everyone around her feel like royalty.
And as a fellow professional musician and someone who has known Sarah for several months now, I can tell you this without a doubt:
Sarah is the same kind of person that Susan was. She's got that kind of heart.
If you ever get to meet her or connect with her in any way, you'll be blessed beyond belief.
Sarah deserves your support. But even more than that, YOU deserve to experience her music and the feeling of knowing that you were one of the people who made it possible for her to devote herself to it.
If you've been feeling down lately, like life has been a little, well, depressing with all that's going on...
...then I IMPLORE YOU, get these three albums, get dressed up, turn down the lights in your house, light up some candles, and invite someone special over. Or, if you already live with someone special, then set up a surprise date while they're out running errands.
Turn your house into a jazz club for a night (or three). After all, you'll have three albums of Sarah's music. That's enough to do it more than once.
You can thank me later. It might just become a "secret weapon" of yours.
As they say, you only live once. MAKE IT COUNT.
To Love and Life,