[Jazz music begins] [Cover of the Monkees' song "Last Train to Clarksville"] ♪ Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station.

We can be here by 4:30 'cause I saved your reservation.

Don't be slow.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

Because I'm leaving in the morning, and I must see you again.

We got one more night together 'til the morning brings my train and I must go.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville, now I must hang up the phone because I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station all alone.

I'm feeling low.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh no, no, no ♪♪ [Scatting] [Upbeat jazz music continues] ♪ Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station.

We can be here by 4:30 'cause I saved your reservation.

Don't be slow.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning and I must see you again.

We got one more night together 'til the morning brings my train and I must go.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville.

Take the last train to Clarksville.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Take the last train.

Take the last train ♪♪ [music comes to an end] [Speaking] I'd like to take you to 1984 right now, if that's OK. Maybe this is something you'll recognize from your childhood if you were born then, or maybe in the next 20 years after.

There was a TV personality named Fred Rogers.

And he was also a jazz pianist, and he loved to compose the music for his TV show.

This one was one of my very favorites growing up, and I hope you like it too.

It's called "It's You I Like."

[Cover of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood song, "It's You I Like"] ♪ It's you I like.

It's not the things you wear.

It's not the way you do your hair.

But it's you I like.

The way you are right now, the way down deep inside you.

It's not the toys that hide you.

It's not your toys, they're just beside you.

But it's you I like.

Every part of you.

Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, whether old or new.

And I hope that you remember even when you're feeling blue, that it's you I like.

It's you yourself.

It's you.

It's you I like ♪♪ [Jazz music continues] [Speaking] Ariel Kasler.

♪ It's you I like.

It's not the things you wear.

It's not the way you do your hair, but it's you I like.

The way you are right now, the way down deep inside you.

It's not the things that hide you.

Not your toys, they're just beside you.

Oh, it's you I like.

Every part of you.

Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, whether old or new.

And I hope that you remember even when you're feeling blue, that it's you I like.

It's you yourself, it's you.

It's you I like ♪♪ [Scatting] ♪ It's you I like.

[scatting] It's you I like.

It's you I like.

It's you ♪♪ [Song comes to an end] [Cover of Kenny Baker and Mary Martin song, “Speak Low"] [Upbeat jazz] ♪ Speak low when you speak, love Our summer's day withers away too soon, too soon.

Speak low when you speak, love.

Our moment is swift, like ship on a drift, we're swept away too soon.

Speak low, darling speak low.

Our love is a spark, lost in the dark, too soon, too soon.

I feel where'er I go that tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon.

Time is so old and love so brief.

Love is pure gold and time the thief.

We're late, darling, we're late.

The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon.

I wait, darling, I wait.

Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon?

♪♪ [Upbeat jazz continues] ♪Speak low, when you speak, love Our summer's day withers away too soon, too soon.

Speak low when you speak, love.

Our moment is swift, like ships on a drift, we're swept away too soon.

Speak low, darling, speak low.

Our love is a spark, lost in the dark, too soon, too soon.

I feel where'er I go that tomorrow is here, tomorrow is near and always too soon.

Time is so old and love so brief.

Love is pure gold and time the thief.

We're late, darling, we're late.

The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon.

I wait, darling, I wait.

Will you speak low to me, speak love to me, speak low to me, speak love to me, speak low to me, speak love to me and soon!

♪♪ [Song ends] [New song begins] [Upbeat piano music] [Drums start as upbeat piano music continues] [Upbeat jazz music continues] [Song ends] [New song begins] [Soft drumming and quiet cymbal crashes] [Soft piano music joins in] [Soft jazz music continues] [Music slows and comes to an end] [New song begins with dramatic piano music] [Piano slows down, becoming more quiet and upbeat] [Drums and bass enter as soft jazz music continues] [Soft, upbeat jazz music continues] [Song comes to an end] [Soft piano music enters as new song begins] [piano continues] [Cover of Fred Astaire's song "I'm Old Fashioned"] ♪ I'm old fashioned I love the moonlight I love those old fashioned things.

The sound of rain upon my windowpane, the starry song that April sings.

And this year's fancies are just passing fancies, but sighing sighs, holding hands, these my heart understands.

I'm old fashioned, but I don't mind it.

That's how I want to be.

As long as you'll agree to stay old fashioned with me.

I'm old fashioned.

[scatting] I love the moonlight.

I love... those old fashioned things.

The sound of rain upon my windowpane.

The starry song that April, she sings.

And this year's fancies, they're just passing fancies.

But sighing sighs, holding hands These my heart understands.

I'm old fashioned.

But baby, I don't mind it.

That's how I want to be.

As long as you'll agree to stay old fashioned with me ♪♪ [Speaking] Go ahead, George.

[Bass solo] [Upbeat piano music joins in] [Upbeat jazz music continues] [Upbeat jazz music continues] (Atla speaking) -Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[clapping] [Upbeat jazz music continues] (Atla singing) - ♪ I'm old fashioned.

I love the moonlight.

I love those old fashioned things.

The sound of rain upon my windowpane.

The starry song that April sings.

And this year's fancies, they're just passing fancies.

But sighing sighs, holding hands, these my heart understands.

I'm old fashioned but I don't mind it.

That's how I want to be.

As long as you'll agree to stay old fashioned, to stay... to stay old fashioned with me ♪♪ [scatting] [music ends] [audience clapping] [New song begins] [Soft, upbeat piano music] [Upbeat piano music continues] [music ends] [audience clapping] [Cover of Lambert, Hendricks & Ross' song "Cloudburst"] ♪ I was blue and I was always wearing a frown, because my gal had turned me down.

Then we met and you can bet I knew from the first you were my love 'cause that's when the old gray cloud burst!

My heart really flew the day you caught my eye.

I hope that we two would never say goodbye.

Clouds of gray have silver linings when they're reversed.

You found my love and that's when the old gray cloud burst!

♪ Hey, baby!

[singing fast] I'm gonna tell you 'bout your lovin' and your kissin' and your huggin' and your sweet turtle dovin' pretty baby Won't be satisfied 'til I hear 'em play "Here Comes the Bride."

Listen to me baby and I don't mean maybe.

Listen to my story, it's terrifically true!

I wanna find a way of telling you that I'd really go for you.

Hope you really believe me, 'cause I certainly do.

'Cause you're thrillin' me, you're really, really thrillin' when you tell me that you probably got that kind of crush on me that moves me, grooves me.

How divine can one woman be?

Little darling, I'm really falling.

You got me goofy and gay, I'm going to get carried away!

Think you're gonna be mine someday!

Oh, let's spin a little, spark a little, stop a little, park a little, live a little, love a little, maybe turtle dove a little, baby Every time you hold me so near, nobody loves me like you, dear!

Let's stop a little, tease a little, probably maybe squeeze a little, try a little, sigh a little, never have to cry a little bit.

Gonna tell the truth, gonna love you and that's it!

'Cause I love you baby, love you baby, love you baby, love you baby, love you baby with all my heart!

Ooh, listen to me while I say that a lot of little ladies get away.

I know, I know pretty baby I know, I know pretty baby, I know you're the one, yes you're the one, I knew it when I met ya, what a break to get ya!

♪♪ [audience clapping] [upbeat jazz music continues] [upbeat jazz music continues] (Atla speaking) - Matt DeChamplain on the keyboard.

[audience clapping] [upbeat jazz music continues] (Atla) -Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[upbeat jazz music continues] ♪ When it's cloudy and gray and that's the worst, how you gonna' cause the clouds to burst?

Ya gotta find a lover, find a lover, find a lover!

When it's silvery under clouds of gray, how ya gonna chase the gray away?

You gotta find a [indistinguishable] [indistinguishable] -really gonna ruin the plot?

Sounds easy, does it?

Bight as a breeze through the trees, boy... How pleasant was it?

Pleasant as one summer breeze, boy!

It's wonderful what a love can do, look what lovin' did for you!

I'm a lucky lover, a lucky lover, I've got the love you should discover!

I was blue and I was always wearing a frown, because my girl had turned me down.

Then you met and you can bet I knew from the first, you were my love 'cause that's when the old gray cloud burst!

Take a look at me, boy, take another look, take another look, take another look, take another good long look at me.

Opened my eyes and now I see!

Clouds of gray have silver linings when they're reversed.

I found your love and that's when the old gray cloud burst!

That's when the old gray cloud burst!

♪♪ [song ends] [audience cheering] (Atla speaking) - George DeLancey on the bass, thank you so much George.

thank you so much George.

Matt DeChamplain on the keyboard.

My name is Atla.

Thank you so much!

[audience clapping] [Cover of Gene Austin's song "My Blue Heaven"] [Upbeat acoustic guitar] [Upbeat acoustic music continues] ♪ When the whippoorwill calls and evening is nigh, I'm settlin' down by and by to my Blue Heaven.

Just turn to the right, there's that little white light.

It'll take you all the way to my Blue Heaven.

There's a friendly face, a fireplace, a cozy room.

Little nest that nestles down where the roses bloom.

It's Molly and me, and the baby makes three.

We're happy there in my Blue Heaven ♪♪ [Upbeat jazz music continues] ♪ When the whippoorwill calls, and the evenin' is nigh, I'm settlin' down by and by in my Blue Heaven.

Just turn to the right, there's that little white light.

It'll take you all the way down there to my Blue Heaven.

There's a friendly face, a fireplace, a cozy room.

A little nest that nestles down where the roses bloom.

It's Molly and me, and baby makes three.

We're happy there in my Blue Heaven.

Happy there in my Blue Heaven.

Happy enough in my Blue Heaven ♪♪ (Audience member) - Yeah!

[Audience clapping] - (speaking) Thank you so much.

Thank you so much.

We got ourselves a little piece of heaven here, don't we?

Oh, my goodness.

Blue skies, sunny day.

And you know what?

Even if things didn't go our way today with good friends and good music, we still find a way to have a good time, am I right?

- Hey!

- Hey, all right.

And that's what this next song is about.

[Cover of Ella Fitzgerald's song "When I Get Low I Get High" [Bass and acoustic guitar playing] [dramatic jazz music] [scatting] ♪ My fur coat's sold and Lord it's so cold.

But I ain't gonna holler 'cause I've still got a dollar.

And when I get low, oh, I get high.

My man walked out.

You know that ain't right.

But I'm gonna give him hell when I see him tonight.

'Cause when I get low, oh, I get high.

[tempo increases] All this hard luck in the town has found me.

Well, nobody knows the troubles go 'round and 'round me.

Ohh, I'm all alone with no one to pet me.

But that old rocking chair ain't never gonna get me.

'Cause when I get low, oh, I get high ♪♪ [clarinet solo] [clarinet solo continues over up [upbeat jazz music continues] ♪ My man walked out.

You know that ain't right.

But I'm gonna give him hell when I see him tonight.

'Cause when I get low, oh, I get high.

My fur coat's sold and Lord it's so cold.

But I ain't gonna holler 'cause I've still got a dollar.

And when I get low, oh, I get high.

All this hard luck in the town has found me.

Nobody knows the troubles go 'round and 'round me.

Oh, I'm all alone with no one to pet me.

That old rocking chair ain't never gonna get me.

'Cause when I get low, oh, I get high ♪♪ [scatting] ♪ When...

I... get low, I...

I...

I get high ♪♪ [song ends] [upbeat acoustic guitar] [upbeat jazz music] [clarinet solo] [upbeat jazz music] [Cover of Disney's "The Jungle Book” Song "I Wan'na Be Like You (The Monkey Song)”] ♪ Well I'm the king of the swingers now, the jungle VIP.

I reached the top and I had to stop and that's what's botherin' me.

I want to be a man, mancub and stroll right into town and be just like these other men.

I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

So, ooh-bee-doo, I wanna be like you.

I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too.

You know it's true, an ape like me could learn to be like someone like you.

Now give me the secret, mancub, clue me what to do.

Give me the power of man's red flower and make my dreams come true.

Now, don't try to kid me, mancub, I made a deal with you.

What I desire is man's red fire to make my dreams come true.

Oh, ooh-bee-doo.

I want to be like you.

I want to walk like you, talk like you, too.

You know it's true, an ape like me, could learn to be like someone like you.

[Music slows] [singer starts meowing and growling like a jungle cat] [singer making monkey noises] [growling] [monkey noises] [growling] [monkey noises] [music picks back up] ♪ Now when we're together, mancub, we'll be a set of twins.

No one will know where the mancub ends and orangutan begins And when I eat bananas, I won't peel them with my feet 'cause I will do like a mancub does and get some etiquette!

Oh, whoop-bee-doo.

I wanna be like you.

I want to walk like you, talk like you, too.

You know it's true, an ape like me could learn to be like someone like you.

Oh, yeah!

Could learn to be like someone like you.

One more time, boys.

Learn to be human too!

♪♪ [song ends] [Clapping, cheering] -Thank you so much.

(speaking) Thank you so much.

Thank you so- Sometimes we take the show to middle schools, sometimes we take it to summer camps.

We kind of like to try to get the kids involved in making some animal sounds, because music is around us.

Sound of the birds.

The sound of the wind.

It's all around us.

So for this next song, can we do just a little bit of audience participation?

Do you think that you could just I mean, this is a jazz fest.

Can you give us a bit of a snap?

Here we go.

[quietly] One, two, a-one, a-two, yeah.

[quiet finger snapping] [quietly] A-one, two, three, four.

[Bass starts] [Snapping continues under bass] [cover of the Harlem Hamfats "Why Don't You Do Right?"]

♪ You had plenty money in 1922.

You let other women make a fool of you.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Why don't you get out of here and get me some money, too?

You're sittin' down wonderin' what it's all about.

If you don't have no money, they will put you out.

Why don't you do right, oh, like some other men do?

Why don't you get out of here and get me some money, too?

♪♪ [twangy acoustic guitar solo] [soft jazz music continues] ♪ If you had prepared several years ago, you wouldn't be wanderin' now from door to door.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Why don't you get out of here, like some other men do?

Ohh, why don't you get out of here and get me some money, too?

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Why don't you do... [holding note] right... like some other men do?

[guitar strums as song ends] [audience clapping] [twangy acoustic guitar] [other instruments join in] [jazz music continues] - One more time, Defiance.

Help us out with some claps!

[clapping on the beat as music continues] [jazz music continues] [clarinet solo] [jazz music continues] [audience clapping] [bass solo] [jazz music continues] (speaking) Thank you so much Defiance, Ohio.

Goodnight!

[song ends] [instrumental jazz b Theron Brown Trio] [song ends] [audience clapping]