To the Editor:
The Queen is gone; our Muriel, Queen of Jazz and the coffee shops, friend to all of us in the Kingdom. Though with a heavy heart, we want to shout, “Long Live the Queen!” from the rooftops, looking around we ask, “Who is there to replace her?” Indeed, it will take a big soul to fill those tiny slippers.
Who will supply the sonorous voice, the wild laughter, the force of passion that fueled her unstoppable music?? Who will wear the brocade jackets, the silks, satins and jewels that were the trademark of her rock star royalty? Who will provide the incomparable, walking love that was Muriel? (Love of people, love of good food and good times, love of rip-roaring fun.)
Sadly, there is no replacement and we are going to be lonely for a long, long time.
I keep thinking about those little slippers, as if we were the Prince looking for Cinderella. I think of how many there might be, trying to squeeze their feet into those shoes and assume the Crown, but there is simply no one like the Little Big Woman, our Mama Muriel, Queen.
Carole Stone
Member, Muriel-Forever Fan Club, Bremen Chapter
