My first impression of powerhouse singer/actor/violinist Caitriona Murphy is a moment I will never forget. I was in the audience at the Poor Alex Theatre in Toronto, watching a story unfold about a girl who wanted to be a baseball umpire. And as the woman onstage launched the most fantastic string of curse words at the stubborn guy who was trying to tell her she couldn’t do it, I thought she was, by far the very coolest person I had ever seen.
Fast forward about ten years, and I’m in first year vocal masterclass at Humber College with her, and my suspicions were absolutely confirmed, and a 9 am third year jazz improvisation and theory class (made human by countless drive through coffee stops) cemented my belief that she is, in short, an endless source of energy and inspiration for getting the most amazing things done. She is now super busy in Vancouver now, as a performer, musician and music therapist, but not too busy to remain a sounding board for the wildest ideas, a calm voice of reason in a panic and a good enough friend to house musicians and help with logistics on the West Coast. Thank you, thank you, thank you.