J&S

Jane E. Musings #3: Maybe The Music Will Help?

Only in the 21st century could I listen to what was familiar in another dimension. How strange yet wonderful!

How funny that The Ethers decided to take the “I know we’ll be together again, even if it takes a hundred years” thing literally! I think it’s cool and adds to the fun this time around.

Ah, Gershwin. Is it pinging sense memory? I don’t know. It makes sense why beautifully arranged chord changes have always touched my soul.

I think the initial auditions were around St. Patrick’s Day. I’m pretty sure we saw each other that day, and talked a little. It was all business so there wasn’t much time. Then the meeting the day before rehearsals began two weeks later. We spent the night together. I think because we both fell asleep listening to the radio and finishing the bottle we got from the production manager.

We were so young, so bold, so determined to neck all night as we worked all day. It was a great show full of great people, and that producer was a Big Six who cared more about us being good than him making money. He ended up marrying that Sarah bird, did you know?

It was easy to hide how goofy we were for each other during rehearsals. It all came apparent during that preview at the Hotel Del Coronado when we both showed up together a minute late after lunch break. Big Six was nifty—I think he already knew but wanted to give us a chance. “Oh my watch must be slow.”

“My bank only has one customer on this tour.” I said that so many times the first month on the tour. “Not all flappers are pushovers.” The phrase I uttered almost as often, but mostly to the drugstore cowboys I’d see when I’d go shopping with the other chorus girls.

And I know that being questioned about why I was with HIM 9 decades later might have been a false alarm. Yes it was familiar, but HE was not. It makes me laugh because it makes so much sense now.

KING PORTER STOMP! Another piece of the puzzle that just started to make sense! I recognized that tune!

So much to consider, so much to learn, so much to sculpt.

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