Adventures in the world of Traditional Jazz and Ragtime.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Return to Nashville

A few days ago we mentioned that some of our musician friends -- specifically Danny Coots, Jerry Krahn, and Ike Harris, all Titan Hot Seven band members -- live in the Nashville, TN area. The band was performing at the Chilliwack, BC jazz festival when the flooding began. When they returned home, they found that Danny's and Jerry's homes had escaped damage; however, Ike's home was destroyed.

Jazz friends Liz and Kent Burrell sent the following e-mail:

Hello Jazz Friends,

We've all seen the news broadcasts and the horrific scenes of cars, buildings and people being washed away in Tennessee and surrounding areas. Several lives have been lost and thousands of people have lost homes and property. Nashville is home to many musicians including our friends Danny Coots, Jerry Krahn and Ike Harris from Titan Hot Seven. Thankfully, they and their families are safe but Ike's home didn't fare as well. This is a picture of the scene at 6:00 a.m. last Sunday. By 3:00 p.m. when Ike returned from the festival in Chilliwack B.C. Canada, the house was totally under water and everything was lost. His 1923 Steinway grand was flipped over with such force that the lid came off, went through the living room wall and knocked over the refrigerator in the kitchen.

There are many people who will need help in the days and weeks to come and there are centralized organizations to handle this assistance. However, Ike and his wife Mina and their son Brad obviously have immediate needs. (We've heard that they are staying with Danny and Kimberly Coots for the time being.) If you would like to help, a check in any amount would be greatly appreciated. Please make your check payable to Ike Harris and mail it to:

Jerry and Pam Krahn
321 Southwinds Drive
Hermitage TN 37076

Don Jones from The American Rag has graciously agreed to print an article in the next issue (to be sent out in early June). And there will undoubtedly be announcements and "pass the hat" fundraisers at up-coming festivals and other events. In the meantime, if you have other friends who might be inclined to help Ike and his family, please feel free to forward this email to them.

Thanks for your care and concern.

 We will be telling the story in the June issue. I didn't want to wait that long. If you are able to help Ike and his financially, we know he will appreciate it. If you are not able to help financially, please keep the family in your thoughts as they rebuild their lives.

On The Home Front

Yesterday I discovered that I have an addiction. That's right. My name is Cathie, and I'm an Orange addict. Not the fruit, the color.

My e-friend Andrea (Plays Well With Colors) recently posted a skein of yarn for sale that ranged from light yellow to orange/red -- with a range of oranges in between that made my heart beat like a bass drum! I pounced on that yarn faster than you can say "PayPal," and it arrived in the mail yesterday.

While petting this gorgeous yarn I realized that this has always been my favorite color. I don't think I've ever said so out loud; my normal answer to the favorite color question would be blue, or red, or whatever came to mind at the moment.

So why, when I was a teenager, did I want (and get) an orange carpet for my bedroom? And when the first Mustang came out, and a friend of Dad's parked his in our driveway one day, why did I stare at it with tears in my eyes? I've always assumed it was the car that I loved, but now I don't think so -- it was orange!! My favorite flower is the California Poppy -- you can see all of its colors in that skein of yarn. And my bird? Orange.

I believe I've proved my point. I will never again say anything other than orange is my favorite color. Yesterday, while petting a skein of yarn, I had an epiphany, and my life is forever changed.


  1. Why am I always surprised when I'm attracted to something that is orange? Maybe I'm a closet orange lover too! Hmmm...