Kira got going with a ballad in Portuguese and continued with Autumn Leaves and Misty. Having giving her voice time to unfurl, she forged ahead with Summertime and Nature Boy. Her voice trilled, warbled, purred, and fluttered around the notes producing a mixture of sibilance, power, and breathy undertones as she went about her business. Her voice could have done with more cigarettes and alcohol to get that smoky tartness which is essential to the jazz sound. Age and experience would surely season it appropriately! She sang a few songs with an acoustic guitar accompaniment, the songs of Tracy Chapman and Bill Withers, where her voice embellished the songs with nostalgia and yearning.

Jazz Junction meanwhile went about their business with great gusto, standing rock solid behind Kira when required and leaping into improvisations at opportune moments. By themselves they were superb, their music sublime and magnificent. Whipping up sounds that were crisp and distinct, Rex's nimble hands were sensitive and subtle. His solos were masterworks; blending beats and half times, swinging into serrated phrasings, to merge gracefully into the sound. Lenny was just as adept, using his fingers to caress, brush, and coax the keys to produce off the cuff improvisations. Through it all Colin presided, buttressing the sound with his no fuss bass lines. These were three virtuosos, holding court with fanfare and flourish, their sound a creamy concoction of their skill and life experience. The chill December night was the flagon that held this ambrosia of jazz, and the patrons made sure that it was drained to the last drop.
Hic, hic, hurray, and here is to the long life and health of Jazz Junction!!!