with Ruth on the eighty-eights
'til they kick us out
|Kurt, Kat, & Ruth|
Photo by Cherie B. Tay
The Stanley Theater threw us a party last night after the show - a real party, complete with local brews, a chef preparing pasta (delicious - not helping me in my quest to be skinny on the road!), and a cocktail pianist named Ruth playing a square Sohmer piano.
Ruth doesn't remember what year she was born (or so she said, when someone asked her if she was around when a particular 1920s song was popular). She was playing stuff that always makes me feel like I was born 75 years too late. Kurt and I made our way over to her to say hello at the beginning of the party, and at some point, he started requesting songs to sing. We were joined by Christina, Nathaly, Benny, Gabe, Perry and a few other cast members, and in the end they finally turned the lights out so the cast (and keyboardists) of In the Heights would stop singing standards and let them go home.
I hope, when I am of a certain age, that 20-somethings will sing Queen and Journey when I'm playing for their cast party. And Gershwin, eternal.