The car was no convertible, but a Mitsubishi Galant. We didn’t have Brad Pitt, but instead we had Dave Koz, Brian Culbertson, Michael Lington, Rick Braun, Peter White, Jaared, Down to the Bone, and a host of others. And we didn’t drive over the edge…we drove up Interstate 95, camped out at the Birchmere, drove to Reading, PA, and even flew to the Bahamas! Every one of these road trips has turned into an adventure.

Getting to our destinations is half the fun. There are always the typical traffic jams, fender benders, and toll booths. But there are also the bizarre happenings, like the time we were driving to the Rehoboth Beach Jazz Festival and we turned to see a clown pull up next to us. Yes, a clown... red nose, big fuzzy hair, the works… waving to us from the next car! The questions that come to mind are: (1) do they teach Bozo how to drive in Clown College, and (2) what’s he doing on the Souza Bridge? (There are those who argue that many a DC area driver actually did get their drivers licenses in Clown College…but we digress!)

Artists, of course, play a huge part in the adventures of Thelma and Louise. Let’s start with a certain sax player that we’ll call “Joe.” While in the Bahamas, Joe felt the urge to wing an empty water bottle at Louise and hit her in the ankle. He thought it was quite an amusing way to get her attention while she was sitting along a sea wall. Then there was the time that we didn’t know how hazardous the front row can be until another sax player, let’s call him “Joe,” sent his sax spit flying into the front row of Constitution Hall and right onto us. (To which Thelma promptly auctioned it off on eBay.) He apologized from the stage! Then there was the time that another sax player who we can call, well… “Joe,” married both Thelma and Louise. The ceremony was performed by a Bahamian taxi driver, which may or may not be legal there! The fact that Louise is already married is totally irrelevant. Our motto is: what happens in [fill in location], stays in [fill in location].

And it’s not just the sax players. There was the time a trumpet player, oh, let’s call him “Joe,” when introduced to Louise’s husband, asked who the other guy was he had seen her with! Poor Thelma, trying to help her friend out, only managed to dig Louise deeper into the hole. There was also the manager of a band bass player, let’s call him “Joe,” who just knew that Thelma would be first in line at the hotel gift shop to purchase Joe Bass Player’s recently cropped-off dreads! There was also the fond memory of another funky bass player, whose name may as well be Joe, who cornered both Thelma and Louise after a show. He proceeded to say that he had been watching them throughout the show and wanted to know what they were whispering about! Heaven forbid he should ever find out!!!

Thelma and Louise are getting to be known and recognized by an increasing number of people, not only in the smooth jazz world but on multiple Bahamian islands as well! It’s only a matter of time before some smooth jazz musician or manager, utters those time honored immortal words, “Security, remove these women please!”

- Thelma & Louise