So few people know that I’ve been named after a song—two, to be exact. I’ve asked my dad on several occasions about the derivation of Claire, but curiously, he could only hum a few bars and cite a lyric or two. I say “curiously” because even though my dad’s memory has been faltering in recent years, his recollection of music and song is often spot-on. A quick search reveals that “Clair” by Gilbert O’Sullivan is the likely source.
Nothing, though, compares to my dad’s love of jazz, especially standards, and he named me after the song “Emily” penned by composer Johnny Mandel. I’ve heard several versions, most notably by Frank Sinatra, but it isn’t popular enough to be heard live—in fact, very few people in my life are even aware of the song’s existence.
Cut to my birthday last month, when I attended my friend Jim’s jazz gig to celebrate. Weeks prior I had playfully requested my song and didn’t remember that I’d done so until Jim surprised me partway through the set, not only with a birthday shout-out, but also the beautiful opening notes of “Emily” on the vibraphone.
Tracey was lovely enough to record it for me so I can share it with my dad. And now I can share with you, too.
