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Sunday, February 22, 2015
There will be many days of reflection coming up for myself and everyone who loved him so dearly. One of the first thoughts that came to my head was how thrilled I was that Keep On Keepin' On has had such a warm reception since it’s release and that Clark was able to witness that. His story is such an important one that needs to be told and shared with the world. Many people who knew his music, did not know his personal history. The film also gave those who were not familiar with his career, a chance to be introduced to his music through Clark Terry, the man.
For me personally, I will struggle with the fact that I won’t hear his voice. When my Dad passed, one of the hardest things for me was that I didn’t hear his voice anymore. To this day, that is one of the most difficult things to live with. Clark’s voice was always filled with love. His laugh was contagious. I felt comforted when I spoke to him. A simple “hey baby” was all I needed to turn a miserable day into a wonderful one. I took a comfort in knowing Uncle Clark was there. He still is. Just in a different way.
Clark Terry changed my world. He made it better. He made it brighter. He made it happier. Most importantly, he made it more beautiful. Throughout my entire life Clark and Gwen have shown me unconditional love and endless support. Gwen, myself and so many others are here for you now. Uncle Clark my love for you is never ending. Thank you for everything. I will carry you with me every day and because I know you would tell me to, I will Keep On Keepin’ On. - Céline Peterson
Sunday, November 2, 2014
There are some very exciting things coming up over the next couple of weeks and I wanted to share them with you!
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Thursday, September 11, 2014
I can remember getting more excited than usual whenever we would go to Montréal because I knew it meant that I'd get to see Uncle Ollie. Actually, I remember one specific time when I was very young where I was told we were going and I instantly got excited because I thought it meant a visit. But he was on tour in Europe at the time and I turned on my parents so quickly they didn't even recognize me. I adore him.
Ollie is someone that you always want to share your good news with. When he is speaking with you, he is genuinely interested in what you are saying. A word that best describes him would absolutely be "nurturer". Whenever someone is introduced to him they feel a sense of comfort. Very few people can make someone feel that comfortable in an instant. He takes you under his wing and it is as if you have known each other your whole life.
There is so much that I want to say about Ollie but all I can manage to say right now is thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being willing to dedicate your life to enriching the lives of those around you. Thank you for giving me a spot in your heart. Thank you for your music. Thank you for being you. 80 years of Oliver Jones means 80 years that the world has been smiling. Happy Birthday dear Uncle Ollie. May your birthday bring you all the happiness you have given us and more. I love you.
|Sharing my last birthday with this special man.|
|Mural dedication courtesy of MU in Montréal. Lionel-Groulx and Georges-Vanier.|
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
A few days ago my Mother and I were challenged to pour ice and freezing cold water over our heads to bring awareness to ALS/Lou Gehrig's disease research. If we chose not to complete the challenge we had to donate $100. We, as I know other people have, did both. Simple.
What is not simple is how outraged people have become over this challenge. I won't stop on the subject of how ridiculous I think that is, but I will say that I am happy something as simple as pouring bucket of ice on your head has brought people's attention to a disease I'm sure most of them have never heard of. If you hear someone speaking about Lou Gehrig's Disease, then maybe. But ALS? Probably not. I, like others, know that there are a good chunk of people out there doing the ice bucket but not having a clue why. That's unfortunate, but that's how the world works. Some people just don't take the time to get all the information, and others just don't care. But so many people do. Last year the ALS Association raised $1.9 million dollars from July 29th-August 19th. This year during that same time period, they raised 22.9 million dollars. Did you read that number? Read it again: 22.9 MILLION DOLLARS. Yes. The silly notion of pouring ice over your head caused someone to research this and donate. Imagine.
I think it's wonderful. There is very little that I can do as a non-doctor, non-scientist, non-researcher sitting on my couch at home. But donating money to a very worthy cause and dumping ice over my head for the entertainment of others is definitely something I can do. So I did.
I saw this video on Facebook thanks to my friend Louisa. If you would like to witness the most real and honest ice bucket challenge out there, then please watch. Take a few minutes out of your day and watch as someone who was recently diagnosed with ALS not only does the challenge, but explains why it is the furthest thing from silly. Then after that, you can scroll down a little further and watch my Mother and I pour the ice over each other's heads. I enjoyed putting my Mother through that a little more than I should have. Now after you've gone through the process of reading this, and watching those videos, please donate. WWW.ALSA.ORG!! They need all the financial support they can get and for most of us, that is all we can do. So please give what you can.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
I ultimately decided to just take a chance and see what happens. Thus begins what seems like the craziest journey I've ever been on. I grabbed the first non-pyjama type shirt I saw and threw it on and then the first pair of pants next to it. As I was running down to the garage to get in my car, I realized that the pants didn't feel right. It may have had something to do with the fact that they were on inside-out. Of course they were. No time to deal with that now so I got in my car, turned it on, and saw that I had NO GAS! Of course I didn't. So I stopped at the gas station and went right in-front of someone (sorry dude!), which I'm sure karma will bring back to me at some point.
With my car gassed up and ready to go I headed downtown. I managed to get there quicker than you would on a Sunday night at 4am. I scared myself. As I pulled up by the store to go and park I saw a line that went down the block, around the corner, and all the way down the other block. Awesome. The next question was "did these people all have wristbands?" Luckily for me, they did. So I parked and ran upstairs into the store and I'm sure the poor cashier I obtained the wristband from was scared of the crazy girl saying "please tell me you have wristbands left!"
Once I received my wristband I felt that immediate feeling of relief as I was walking downstairs and outside to go wait in line with everybody else. The first part of the wait was in the shade, which was nice because it was quite relaxing. While waiting in line I had a phone call with my brother (who though I was insane), my friend (who was debating whether or not to come and get a book signed while laughing at the fact that I put on dirty inside-out pants to meet Hillary Clinton), and my banker who only heard "bad timing" from my end of the phone.
Then I met two really lovely people with me in line and we proceeded to have great and interesting conversation while we waited together. Aside from meeting the former Secretary of State, that was the coolest part of this experience for me. We were all waiting in line with only slightly different versions of the same story in terms of our reasoning but all coming from different places. Even though we really didn't end up waiting nearly as long as we thought we would, the time definitely went by quicker with kind people to talk to.
Once we got into the store and just as I was approaching her, I did what I think most people do. I went blank. I had no idea what to say to a woman whom I admired as much as I do her. Do I tell her I'm a dual citizen and I hope to be able to vote for her in a few years? Do I thank her for coming to Toronto? Do I just say hello and thank you then walk away? How much time will I have? Those and many other thoughts took over my head until finally it was my turn.
I stepped up on the riser and smiled at her. "Thank you for coming to Toronto. Your influence is of course worldwide, but as a dual citizen I am so happy to see you in our city." "Oh how kind. Well thank you for coming!"
I was ecstatic. What an incredibly nice woman. People always talk about how cold politicians are and that the only reason they seem nice is because they are trained in how to handle these kinds of events. While I think that is to true a certain extent and completely accurate for some people, I also believe in genuine politicians and the fact that you can see real kindness in someone. I felt that yesterday. It was a once in a lifetime experience and it did not disappoint.
One other thing I really have to touch on is the establishment itself yesterday and their setup. I have attended my fair share of in-store events at Indigo in various cities but especially their flagship in Toronto. Aside from attending them, my Father had one in summer of 2002 when his book, A Jazz Odyssey, was released. I have never had a negative experience but today was beyond my wildest expectations. They were running that store and controlling the crowd like it was absolutely nothing. Their staff remained as friendly as ever and even the security people were kind and not at all pushy. If you had a question, anyone you asked that worked for that store was qualified to answer and did so with a smile. You knew where you had to go, if they needed you to do something you were asked politely, and not for one second did anyone complain about anything. Aside from that, they had the line moving very quickly. I thought I was going to be there all afternoon and from the time I stepped in the line to the moment I was handed my book was only one hour and thirty five minutes. I really commend them for the way they arranged and ran this event. I'm sure it took an unbelievable amount of work but they really pulled it off without a hitch of any kind and I am more impressed than I have ever been. Thank you!
All-in-all it was a wonderful and unforgettable experience. I am very glad I was able to do this and I came home with a signed book for my Mom. If Hillary Clinton is doing a signing in your area (especially at an Indigo) make sure you go. I can promise you that it will be worth it.
Until next time!
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Every day I grow older and learn something new, I become more and more grateful for the 16 years of lessons that my Dad taught me. Thank you and I love you. Happy Father's Day.
"My Father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me." - Jim Valvano
Friday, June 6, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
From the first night that my dear friend Audrey Genovese of Chicago played a Dexter Gordon record that featured Niels Pedersen on bass, I realized that this musical giant and I might someday have the pleasure and occasion of not just meeting, but also playing together. After hearing this phenomenal talent on bass, I realized that somehow, someday we should meet, thereby giving me the opportunity to also play with him. This vision and thought took place in the early 1970s, when I was fortunate enough to be able to invite him to join my then trio. This came about due to the fact that the bassist I was using at that time could not return to his home country in Europe because he was worried that he would be interred by the Soviet Union, due to his behavior at some embassy function. Norman Granz entered the picture, and with his usual directional thinking, simply said, "Why don't you use Niels Pedersen?" for an upcoming concert that my group had in one of the then Iron Curtain countries. Norman contacted Niels and reached an agreement for him to do that one particular concert behind the Curtain, thereby alleviating any chance of political upheaval. I vividly remember Niels stepping in without any fanfare (or rehearsal) for that particular concert. This turned out to be a totally impromptu performance. I selected tunes that I had obtained an OK from Niels about, and believe it or not, we managed to have a wonderful performance that evening, filled with exciting spontaneity and musical searching into each other's jazz thinkings.
After the concert, I immediately thanked Niels and told him how much I enjoyed playing with him, even considering the unexpected spontaneity that we had to work through. The audience seemed to have really enjoyed the evening. The following day I called Norman and apparently was overly excited about the immediate cohesion that took place between Niels and myself the evening before. With his usual ad lib and spontaneous reaction, Norman simply said, "If it was that good to play with him, why don't you use him as your regular bassist?" Needless to say, I am happy that this took place, and Niels has remained in my group until his recent unfortunate passing. Allow me to express my reaction to his playing this way: first and foremost, he never got in my way, but in reality virtually had such a great musical perception of what I was trying to do that he served to greatly inspire me from a spontaneous aspect. I came off walking on Cloud 3000 that evening because of Niels' musical contribution. He had the most phenomenal technique, coupled with incredible harmonic perception, along with impeccable time. I shall never forget that evening.
Almost from that evening on, we became very close friends, not just musically but most certainly personally, for I developed a great admiration for the depth of Niels' political, geographical and personal understandings. He was a man that had an almost unbelievable wealth of historic cognizance pertaining to European history. He also had a very kindred spirit as a human being, always able to easily make good friends, should he care to do so. People in general that got to know Niels the man, grew to love him apart from his unbelievable musical talent and dexterity on his instrument. I think I can afford to make this kind of evaluation of him, for I have had the good fortune to have played with some of the other great bassists in jazz over time. I used to marvel at the respect and love (and almost musical fear) that I saw in some of jazz's best bassists whenever they were around Niels. One point that I must make here that perhaps is not known by many people, is that Niels could also play the piano (many times sitting in for me in the pre-concert sound checks). I know he had a great love for the piano, which we saw when on a visit to the Boesendorfer piano showroom, he was lovingly impressed with the Boesendorfer grand that I eventually picked out as my own choice.
Over time, I dubbed (and announced him) as The Viking. He seemed to enjoy this title, and for some reason it stuck to him.
I have had the opportunity of having played with and used some of jazz's best bassists (ie. Sam Jones, Major Holley, and of course Ray Brown). Niels and Ray became fast friends and had a great love and respect for each other. This may seem odd in that they were basically both operating in the same musical medium. I can now say, though I have been asked numerous times before, which of the two I preferred. I can easily answer that query by saying I would have been equally happy for whichever of the two were part of my group at the time. I see no reason to go into some of the musical idiosyncrasies of either of these great players, but I can say that individually they have left an indestructible path and indelible guidelines for all of the future bassists of jazz. Niels-Henning was a player of unbelievable talent and dexterity, but selfishly speaking, personally, he became my closest friend and brother, and I shall never forget him or his talent. God bless you, Niels, and may you brighten up the musical world in Heaven as you have done on this earth. - Oscar Peterson, April 2005
Monday, March 3, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
I have bad news for her. If it were not for Gianni, Dad would never have recorded with her in the first place. I am being completely honest in saying that although she has a beautiful voice, she does not have the jazz chops that would bring him into the studio to work with her. That is a fact. There are many kinds of talent and she has a wonderful voice for cabaret but she is not and never will be a jazz singer.
What is even more disappointing about this woman is that she seems to forget on a daily basis that she has worked with some of the best musicians in this industry. Hank Jones, Monty Alexander, Dave Brubeck, Benny Green, Michel Legrand, Cedar Walton and so many more. I am insulted on the behalf of these men by the amount of disrespect she has shown them through all of this. Even though they are all separate from what she attempted to do to my Dad, she is professionally disrespecting any musician she has worked with by causing a scene like this. Basically she is showing that if she doesn't get her way she will strong-arm as many people as possible into pushing the issue whether it is right or wrong.
Throughout all of this I have not felt sorry for her. She did this to herself. I do feel sorry for her family who should be embarrassed, her team who has to try and clean up after her, and for the musicians that work with her. I think she should have a career considering she is a talented singer. I stated earlier that I do not think Jazz is her forte, but I do think she is a talented singer and could have a wonderful and rewarding career that she earned on her own merit. I would have said that even after all the personal insults to my family before this legal case. But now I think you would have to be crazy to work with her. Why would you put yourself in that situation? Look what could happen.
I know a lot of people who are aware of this case (especially her loyal fans) read the information she provided for her friends at the NY Daily News and thought that the Oscar Peterson Estate was bullying poor innocent Hilary Kole. Let me break this down for you:
- In 2006 while performing at Birdland, Dad's good friend, Gianni Valenti arranged at the end of the week for Dad to go into the studio and record with his then girlfriend, Hilary Kole. The session was arranged and together they recorded 4 songs that were meant to be kept as a personal memento of the occasion. There was no contract, no managerial involvement, and no talk of releasing these tracks in any way shape or form.
- In January of 2009 Hilary contacted Kelly Peterson to talk about releasing the tracks on her upcoming Duets album. Knowing that the tracks were never meant to be released, my Mother did not immediately say yes like Hilary wanted and said she needed time to think about it.
- Over the next months many discussions happened about which tracks she would consider, what could and could not be promoted and many other technicalities.
- The discussions fell apart over Hilary being unwilling to accept the terms of the deal. Had she accepted, she would have been able to use a song or two on her album and she would have been happy. She didn't 100% get her way so as expected, she threw a hissy fit, and the whole idea was scrapped.
- This resulted in the perishing of a friendship and no permission whatsoever to release those tracks in any way shape or form.
- In recent years I started hearing the tracks being played online through various radio shows during interviews Hilary was giving. She was contacted by my Mother to kindly stop doing what she does not have permission to do and she refused.
- In January of 2013 the tracks were played again on a radio show and Hilary sealed her fate. We sued her for ownership of all the takes of every track and one year later, we won.
That's right. We won. Hilary's lying under oath, changing her story, singing and crying in court, and her never-ending manipulation of every person around her did not get her what she wanted. Turns out that our parents were right in telling us to always tell the truth. A few thoughts come to my mind when I think of this case. The first of which being how sad this whole story is. I find it quite heartbreaking that this situation had to come to this. I was quite young when I first met Hilary and came to consider her almost like a sister. When all this was first happening I honestly did not understand why. I could not understand why someone I had come to trust implicitly would be doing this to my Mom, my Dad, and me. It didn't make sense.
Secondly I think of how hard I laugh every time I remember that she really thought she would be able to convince countless people that my Dad, after 60 years in this business, would go into the studio with no contract drawn up and record tracks to be released and then hand them over. He had a contract with Ella Fitzgerald so trust me Hilary, he would surely have a contract with you.
Lastly, the part of this that removes whatever ounce of sympathy I had for her in this situation. The fact that Hilary went into the studio to mix the tracks mere days after they had been recorded and decided for herself that Oscar Peterson was not playing his best therefore she would bring in another pianist (shoutout to Mike Renzi - can't wait to meet you and your ego) to fill in the gaps and play what she thought should have been played. Excuse me? Pardon? That's right. That was not something she was talking about to those radio stations while they were playing the tracks. She didn't say Hilary Kole and Oscar Peterson featuring Mike Renzi. No no. This was a secret. So if you did actually get to hear the tracks, you were not really hearing Oscar Peterson. You heard him on the intro and at the end but basically everything else you heard, was Mike Renzi. I am glad he doesn't have a problem fitting the giant head that told him he could play just as good (or in this case, better) as Oscar Peterson through doors!
To be honest there is not much else to say on this subject. The only reason I am writing this is because I am still in that rebellious 20-something stage and the fact that I have been forced to listen to "Why is your Mom bullying poor Hilary" has me sick. Enough is enough. What you just read is the truth. In my opinion Hilary should stop alienating the people who tried to be nice and help her and just stick to singing, which is what she loves. The evil bitterness act got old a long time ago and no one is paying attention. All that positive press you thought you were giving yourself should stop now. Just live your life. Play shows, engage with your fans, and be thankful that you have been given a lovely voice and be happy for the experiences you had. If you can't do that, then I really do feel sorry for you because the years you have left in your life will never truly be happy ones. I have a wonderful life ahead of me and I don't have to manipulate or backstab anyone to get that happiness. Why don't you try it.
Friday, February 21, 2014
1. Sarah Vaughan with Clifford Brown
2. Monty Alexander - Goin' Yard
3. U2 - How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
4. Roy Hargrove Quintet - Earfood
5. André Previn & LSO - The Nutcracker
6. The Who - Who's Next
7. Stevie Wonder - With a Song in my Heart
8. Benny Green and Russell Malone - Jazz at the Bistro
9. Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water
10. Judy Garland - Judy at Carnegie Hall
11. Singers Unlimted - Christmas
12. Oscar Peterson - With Respect to Nat
13. Ron Sexsmith - Long Player Late Bloomer
14. Ella Fitzgerald & Count Basie - A Classy Pair
15. Brandi Carlile - Brandi Carlile
16. Harry Belafonte - Belafonte at Carnegie Hall
17. Jamie Cullum - Pointless Nostalgic
18. Frank Sinatra - The Concert Sinatra
19. Audrey Morris - Film Noir
20. Joe Williams with the Count Basie Orchestra - Live at Orchestra Hall
21. The Beatles - Meet The Beatles!
22. Bob Marley & The Wailers - Natty Dread
23. Nat King Cole - Ramblin' Rose
24. Diana Krall - Glad Rag Doll
25. Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen - This is All I Ask
So there you have it. My top 25 albums (in no particular order! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!) of all time. If you haven't already tried this then stop laughing at what you think is an over exaggeration of frustration and get to work. You will quickly realize this is not easy. If it is then you don't listen to enough music.
Have a lovely weekend!
Monday, January 6, 2014
|If you can't see the flavours: Agave Nectar, Almond Flavouring, Vanilla Beans, Vanilla Bean Paste, Honey, and Chocolate.|
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Mulgrew, quite simply, was one of the best. I grew up being a fan of his music but it wasn't until I was 15 years old that I had the opportunity to meet him for the first time. He was truly one of the kindest people I have ever met in my life. Extremely honest, funny, and true, Mulgrew always seemed to put others before him. The few times that I had the chance to meet him are some of the most memorable moments in my life.
This tight-knit jazz community knows how talented Mulgrew is. I have yet to meet a pianist (or musician for that matter) that has not listed him as one of their major influences. I was introduced to his music by my father. He spoke often about how beautiful Mulgrew's playing is and how he is "one of the good ones." I can only hope that going forward the new generations will continue to be influenced by Mulgrew's music and will be told stories about his personality and character that will inspire these young players to be the best musician and human being that they can be. No matter what field we are in, Mulgrew Miller is someone who's book we could all take a page from.
Recently Mulgrew was playing a show in a city close to where I live. My Mother and I got tickets to see him and I was extremely excited. Due to a back injury I was unable to go. I now sit here wishing I could turn back time and force myself to go to that show. This is of course one of those things that happens in life and you just have to live with it. I will continuously remember that I have been fortunate enough to see him when I did and my fond memories of these encounters will stay with me forever
If there is one thing I have learned growing up around members of the jazz community, it is that the musicians in this particular part of the music industry are truly like a family. At times, a dysfunctional one but a family nonetheless. When there are hard times people really come together to support each other. This special kind of hospitality is not limited to just within the musicians, but it is extended to the musician's family and friends. If there is one thing I can hope for through all of this it is that his wife Tanya and their family are greeted with all the love and support that they can possibly get during this devastating time. My musical family has always had a stronger bond with me than a lot of my blood family and I know that without the support of certain people around me, life would be a lot more complicated and I would be in a very different place. I truly hope that through all the support and love that Mulgrew's family will take even a small bit of comfort in knowing that they are not and will never be alone.
Dear Mulgrew, thank you for the gift of your music, your spirit, and your overwhelming kindness and generosity towards every single person that you met. You have left a mark on this earth that will only grow bigger with time. We all love you.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
I have been itching to write this post since the fall. I was not allowed to until recently and I am thrilled to finally be able to air this out in the open. So let's get right to it.
As part of my job I keep a close eye on anything that is going to be released that has to do with Oscar Peterson. Everything from music to articles, videos, and books I have seen. When something comes up it gets handled in the most respectful manner either by myself or someone else from the company. All conflicts should be resolved smoothly and all projects should be done respectfully. This was not the case when native Toronto writer, Jack Batten, decided to write and release a book aimed at younger adults about my Dad.
Entitled "Oscar Peterson, The Man and His Jazz" *gag*, Batten attempts to write a page turner enlightening the younger generation's minds to my Dad's career. Good intentions, but there are a few issues. Actually, it is categorized on the Tundra Books website as "Juvenile Non-fiction" and I can say that they're half right. I'm going to take you through how this went down and then you can form your own opinions.
I found the book for pre-order on iTunes. I sent an email to my Mom and she contacted the publisher. She sent an email saying that she saw the pre-order and asked if they would like to send a copy for her to read to ensure accuracy. They said thanks but no thanks and Mom said that she was at their disposal if they needed any help at all. They had every right to say no so whether or not I think it was a stupid move doesn't matter. When the book came out, we bought our copy and proceeded to read it. This book has misinformation reminiscent of when we were approached by writer, Kathleen Hicks (who is so well known it took me over an hour and a half to find her on Google as I couldn't remember her name), who wanted to write a book on Mississauga. She came to us, we pointed out her very obvious mistakes, and she said that she didn't care what we said she was going to publish it anyway. People! Why would you want to let the publisher print something that does not have the correct information in it? We already have Wikipedia for that! Publishers - why would you even accept that?
Now, just to give you an idea of the kind of mistakes we are talking about, allow me to give you some examples. Jeff Hamilton is a legendary jazz drummer and an fantastic teacher. He has had incredible success playing with his own group, co-founded the Clayton-Hamilton Jazz Orchestra with John Clayton, and has played with a who's-who in music. If you are a fan of Oscar Peterson's, then you know that Jeff Hamilton played with him. What may confuse you if you read this book is that a drummer named "Jeff Richmond" is said to have played with my father. Guess what - no such guy. The late Ramon Hnatyshyn is Canada's former Governor General - someone who is respected all over the world. Somehow the spelling his name as "RAYMOND" slipped through the cracks of the various people who read this book before it was printed. Other misinformation include the year of President Obama's inauguration, the year of the Queen's Golden Jubilee gala, the misspelling of the woman behind the Oscar Peterson sculpture in Ottawa, Ruth Abernethy, and a story about my Dad having heart disease and dying of liver failure.
It is disgraceful that the simple research could not be done to correct these mistakes. It is an embarrassment on behalf of the writer of course, but in a way more so on behalf of the editors and publisher as this proves that they will publish anything. If you think about the research that Mr. Batten had to conduct in order to find out certain things such as who created the sculpture in Ottawa, then you know how simple it is to spell her name correctly. The same goes for going on Wikipedia and finding out that Oscar Peterson performed at the Queen's Golden Jubilee Gala in 2002 (not 2003). It is even more embarrassing to have the wrong year for the current President's inauguration! President Obama was elected in 2008, but the inauguration where "Hymn to Freedom" was sung by the San Francisco Boys and Girls Chorus' was in January, 2009.