New Arrangement for Piano Trio

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I hope that you will enjoy listening to this performance of my original song, Love, Love, Love At Christmas. 

There is a story behind this song. For several years, my band, The Second Line Jazz Band, performed a monthly gig at a coffee shop in Round Rock, Texas. We developed quite a following. There was one lady in particular that always showed up at our gigs. She was an older lady, but her spirit and excitement always made her stand out.

After a performance one even, she came up and said that she had written a Christmas poem and would I be willing to set it to music. I couldn't say "no", so she handed me her poem typed on a much-folded sheet of paper. I put the paper in my instrument case and finished breaking down the equipment.

Several week went by before I though of the song. I got it out and looked at what Gloria had written. It was a bit long and rambled a bit and the meter was not really consistent, but, here and there there were lines that I could work with. I moved things around a bit, got it to where I could write a melody that would fit the words, and began to compose the music. At our next performance, I gave Gloria a copy of the sheet music along with a CD of the song. She was thrilled! 

Several months passed. Gloria became ill and passed away. Her friends knew how much she enjoyed listening to The Second Line Jazz Band and asked if we would perform at a memorial service for Gloria. Of course we did that. And we played a version of "Love, Love, Love at Christmas" at the service. That was the first public performance of the song, and I am certain that Gloria was listening from above!




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