Musique a trois is french for the music of three. This may seem confusing to some folks because a duo is the core of this group. The third element is a variable. We play currently with James Allen, vocalist and trumpet player and our website features Tom Neuman on the bass.

The element of three means much more to us than that. The third in this group is often the audience. We could play music on our back porch but it's not the same as sharing it with you. To us you are very important. We have no fun without you so join us in a celebration of life!

Another third in our lives is this marriage. When we first met we realised that our relationship is like a little child, needing love and care. Now after many years together this relationship fosters us as well. Meet Annie & Will & their marriage is always there, too.

As far as the Dunbar story, well, here it goes. Will & I met in school, immediately fell in love and have spent the last thirty years proving it. We found little work in our home town of Buffalo, New York so it was logical to leave town. Will left first for Texas. I joined him a few months later on my way to Arizona. There was not much more than pizza and beer in his refrigerator when I got to Texas so I stayed, started cooking and the rest is history.

While we lived in Texas Will played piano & I would sing along. We decided to start a duo and see what happened. It was so much fun to sing with Willie. I had never known such happiness. So, when we left Texas we had a new joy, our music together.

Over many years & many miles Will & I traveled with the snow geese, the seasons as our guides. We played in Arizona first for $25 a night and all we could eat, then on Bourbon Street in New Orleans for $20 a night. We had a fabulous time playing to the sailors & tourists. We learned loads about performance art, our real musical passion, there, in a city where music is king.

When the weather got too hot we hit the road for cooler places. We would visit our families during the summer months & play Mardi Gras & Jazz Fest in the winter/spring. We had a postal truck about 12 feet long & traveled in it for years. What fun we had traveling from north to south with the seasons.

My grandmother had a school bus company years ago. I thought it would be reasonable to live in a school bus and travel affordably. Will agreed. We eventually found a school bus while living in New Orleans. The football team from a private school had just disembarked when we bought her. We took the seats out, hosed her down inside & out and moved the furniture from our French Quarter apartment into her, including a spinet piano.

The bus was federal yellow. Law required a paint job as soon as possible. We painted her navy blue with white trim because we spent time in New England, then forest green with creamy yellow trim because we were spending time in the hills and forests of our National Parks .The bus is purple now. It seemed a good choice for New Mexico where we lived at the time of the paint job. People smile at a purple bus more than they do when it is panted other colors, so it remains purple by popular demand.

I guess I need to write a book because I could go on & on. There are so many stories. I'll think about that. Meanwhile, I'll put in a few pictures here soon.

Annie