Rock the Ribbon Concert
Let me set the scene for you. Hundreds of well dressed people. Pink everywhere. Powerful women speaking. The Academy of Music. Harry Connick Jr & Orchestra. Laughs, smiles, and tears. Champagne. Blues. Romance. Magic.
Oh, and even the Mummers!
I’m never sure how to begin sharing a magical night with you…
The Rock the Ribbon concert, presented by breastcancer.org, was held in Philadelphia this past Saturday at the Academy of Music. PB and I were invited to attend by chance, as Stonyfield Farms, one of the sponsors, had a few extra tickets. Those tickets in our hands meant so much. My mom passed away 9 years ago at 42, and she had breast cancer. I never talk about that part unless people ask, but I think it is important to understand my emotional connection to the night. It was so special to be there.
The event Saturday was to benefit and celebrate breastcancer.org, the leading online resource for information on breast health and breast cancer. Dr. Marisa C. Weiss, the founder, shared some interesting facts about the site and what the site would soon offer. She was so inspirational. I love that there is now such a great reliable resource that women (and men) can turn to for support and information.
When the speakers were done and it was time for Harry Connick Jr. & Orchestra to take the stage, I was giddy with excitement. I kept looking at PB and giving him this crazy grin while squeezing his hand hard, and I didn’t even know Harry Connick Jr. was a singer until I learned about the event! I did, however, do my research and listened to some tunes before we left the house. I knew we could anticipate some Frank Sinatra tunes. I didn’t know we could also expect some New Orleans tunes!!!
Harry Connick Jr. is a true musician and performer. He took a bit to warm up, but then he played our wedding song. And then it felt like we were all friends hanging out and he and his buddies were just playing around with some songs. You can listen to some of his tunes here.
Back story: I was a total band geek in high school. I played the trombone in the wind ensemble and the jazz band. I remember getting on the bus with my trombone case and being mortified that I had to sit alone since my case took a seat for itself. I remember opening the spit valve and being so grossed out that I even knew what a spit valve was. I remember leaving band class with a ring around my lips from my mouthpiece and avoiding all the cute non-band boys until it went away. I remember my teachers explaining harmonies and teaching me how to harmonize on my trombone. I remember not knowing what a piece of music sounded like, and when we figured it out feeling exhilarated and moved. It was and still is amazing to me that a group of people can get together with a few instruments and some sheet music and produce magic.
Saturday night brought that all rushing back to me. About halfway through the performance an incredible trombone player from New Orleans came out and did a mind-blowing solo. I couldn’t stop tapping my feet, and then Harry Connick Jr. sat down at the piano and I was just lost in the harmonies. We didn’t stop smiling the entire time, and we wish you all could have been there with us.
I am now in love with Harry Connick Jr. and his orchestra. I just bought one of his albums on iTunes. And I love how quirky he is.
First he apologized for his hair. I will admit that it looked pretty bad. His excuse was that it has to be long for a film he’s currently doing.
And then I realized he can’t dance, but he thinks he can.
And then he went on a lot of tangents.
And then he told a lot of stories in between songs, and made us all feel at home.