Satchmo at the Waldorf opens tonight at New York’s Westside Theatre. Nothing remains for me to do but sit back, watch, and hope.
This one’s for my mother and father and my beloved Nancy LaMott, whom I wish had lived to see it–and for Mrs. T, who makes all things possible.
In honor of the occasion, I’m posting, as I always do on my opening nights–of which this is, incredibly, the eighth–a well-remembered and much-loved TV theme song from my childhood. May it bring us all broken legs: