... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

The H Word

When I sat down to write this blog, I considered giving voice to my concern of the major world event that took place in Helsinki yesterday–and then I changed my mind. 

Today I am going to blog about. . .something pleasing, pleasurable and pretty amazing. Something happy.

The scene: a couple days ago. Five-thirty A.M.

Birds are singing and a sapphire blue sky holds the promise of what will be another gloriously sunny day in this city called Montreux, on the shores of Lake Geneva.

I’ve  just stepped outside into the predawn air from the jam packed–six hundred people packed–Montreux Jazz Club where menopausebarbee uncle Quincy Jones celebrated his 85th birthday party. Great big huge, gigantic, sorbet birthday cake with fireworks popping off of it and all! I mingled for a while with several other guests who were all still jaw-dropped at the amazing performances of musicians who blew us away with their improvisational performances–performances that had no sound check, I might add. This is the Montreux jazz festival. 

You can read who was in the show at –Quincy Jones’ 85th Birthday Celebration. Mos Def isn’t listed on the program, but he performed!! “Space is the place!”

6 A.M. 

Check out for me is noon. I decided the best thing would be for me to call it a wonderful night/experience/event/love fest and get my butt back to the hotel. I go back inside and see Uncle Q STILL surrounded by I don’t even know how many people. I look at him in amazement. I don’t know how he does all the handshaking and hugging and “Of course I remember running into you on the corner of 34th and 5th (or wherever) in 1962!”


Anyway, I worm my inside the throng, hug him and tell him I’m heading back to Cologne in a few hours and it’s time for me to say goodnight or good morning. “What?!!,” he says.  We kiss and hug tightly.

I’m smiling as I head back to my hotel. How could I not? And then, I join in step with  Mr. Richard Bona. This grammy winning jazz bassist performed in the show and the audience went wild  when he stepped on stage.This son of the Cameroons is just cool. Temperamentally, I mean. As soon as his fans spotted him, it was picture game on! He’d been working, it’s six in the morning and he is obliging. All of us. Youtube him and get your happy groove on. 

This is Montreux! 

We’re talking happy–not Helsinki.