We had a jam-packed summer, as is our tendency: June kicked off with a very special gig right here at home: our very own Amy Cervini released a new album, No One Ever Tells You, and you get exactly two guesses as to who sang background vocals! (If you guess anyone but Hilary and Melissa, you do not win a Duchess Honeybun at our next show.) The crowd at SubCulture was large and enthusiastic, just the way we like ‘em, and it’s safe to say a good time was had by all.
The following weekend, we embarked on a jazz festival tour to Rochester, NY, then north of the border to Toronto and Ottawa, Canada. We logged a lot of miles in the car and we may have spent many hours listening to a fairly filthy (and thoroughly hilarious) podcast. Despite Hilary’s bout with acid reflux (APPARENTLY LATE-NIGHT POUTINE IS NOT GOOD FOR THE VOICE, WHO KNEW?!), the tour was a rousing success, culminating with a double rainbow above Ottawa as we watched the magnificent Dee Dee Bridgewater’s headlining set.
Upon returning home to New York City, we took the stage at the Jazz Standard, joined by our illustrious band and a very special guest: the wonderful trumpeter (and rocking good time) Nadje Noordhuis. A scant few days later, we sang some patriotic favorites and a bunch of Andrews Sisters tunes for a huge crowd in the heart of Brooklyn at the Independence Day installment of Kingsborough College’s “Hot Summer Nights” concert series. We thought no gig could possibly be as humid as as that one, but summer had other plans for us…next on our tour schedule? Orange City, Iowa.
We powered through our 3:30am wakeup call and flew to Minneapolis, where we piled in our little rental car and Melissa, stalwart motorist that she is, took the helm for the (long) drive to Orange City. OBVIOUSLY, we stopped for DQ Blizzards and a photo op with the Jolly Green Giant. We were instantly charmed by Orange City, a picturesque town with a heavy Dutch influence (next time, we will be sure to try the town’s signature dessert, poffertjes)! After some impromptu shopping at a lovely local boutique, we decided it was time to make some music. We took the stage in a beautiful downtown park, which was dotted with windmills. The audience was extra special that evening, because Hilary’s aunt and grandmother were seated in the front row, having made the trip from their Iowa hometown to catch our show. Afterward, we all snacked, talked, and laughed late into the July night. It was an unforgettable evening.
In August, we scattered hither and yon: Amy and Melissa took their respective vacations to scenic Canada lakes, while Hilary traveled to New Mexico for her birthday celebration—the one night the three of us were in town together in August, though, we of course got together for a celebratory drink! That, as Amy said, is true love.
There’s more celebrating on the horizon: for one thing, Melissa’s birthday is this week! And Amy’s is the week after! On the gig front, we’re headed to North Carolina for a couple of shows; Hurricane Florence, it seems, was no match for harmony lovers in Oriental and Pinehurst, for which we’re very grateful.
Yes, we had a wonderful summer, but now daylight hours are beginning to shorten and pumpkins have appeared at the farmers’ market. Soon the trees in Central Park will be arrayed in dazzling gold and orange leaves and we’ll be ready to break out our cozy sweaters. As the song goes, la-de-da, de-da-de-dum, ‘tis autumn. We couldn’t be happier about it.