On all counts — funds raised, art auctioned, Autists well served, music played, music heard, venue utterly appreciated, food devoured, booze knocked back, hearts lifted, people helped — The Autists was a smash-bang success.

The Gourmet Reception (aka the eating and champagne bit) was brilliant, everyone nicely ravenous for the irresistible catered morsels cooked up by the masters at Daniel et Daniel. By 6pm, Koerner Hall’s glassed-in lobby was chock-a-block with well-dressed, well-intentioned Torontonians and out-of-towners, all about to be entertained, if we were getting our way, to the outer limits of possibility.

Marg Whelan, Director at Geneva Centre for Autism, made a perfect welcome speech — by turns moving, cheeky and short. On her heels came 19-year-old singer Samantha Mutis, who shared with us how she’d once been a reserved young girl with autism, picked on by lesser minds and made miserable by it all. To see her now, you’d never suspect — she absolutely outclasses all imaginable nemeses. She sang her beautiful, sweet heart out with a fine piano accompaniment. When you meet Sam in the flesh, you’re instantly a fan, you want to witness her career in ascension — a feeling that cannot be helped. To her, there’s an intelligence and grace seldom encountered in your typical 19-year-old.

With Charlie Pachter intro-ing the works and Albert Schultz selling them in his fearless, witticism-flecked manner, this was about the best excitement to be found anywhere in the city that night. Drama, tension and a touch of potential heartbreak — because you’re willing each artist’s work to fetch a solid, flattering price, which alas can’t always happen… but we were pleased at the results. (More on them in upcoming days and weeks.)

Next up, Matt Savage playing insanely tricky jazz numbers on the grand piano like he was walking his dog. And I don’t mean a few cool licks. I’m talking Miles Davis played with a style and an ease that was simply too sophisticated for any kid of just 17 (I believe he’s 18 at this time) to possess. After a few numbers, Matt was joined by Samantha who sang once again in pitch-perfection.

The two of them personified the whole point of the event: That those with autism can achieve the most unlikely heights, given the encouragement, education, patience and love that they need.

By this time I was veering nicely into champagne country, and feeling so proud of what all our people had put together that I could barely concentrate on what was going on in front of me. We took another lobby refreshment break while Chaka Khan & the band got set up.

And Chaka was masterful. Brave, reaching up and taking wild risks, but never stumbling. Her band, all locals, were as tight as a new pair of socks, and Chaka gave them ample moments to shine their own lights with wickedly fine solos. Consummate pros, all.

Five short hours after it began, it was done. Few people departed in the interim, meaning, I’ll venture, that they were having a great time while underwriting this great cause. The trick to holding everyone so rapt seemed to be variety and economy; not too much of anything along with plenty or everything — to keep imaginations fully engaged right to the last.

The amount raised is still being calculated. But whatever it comes to in the end, it will go in aid of Geneva Centre for Autism programs that help those living with autism spectrum disorders.

In coming posts I’ll add pictures, thank our sponsors, artists and volunteers, and everyone else I can think of, who helped this event rock our city.

But for now, collectively, Thank You to all involved.

Paul Fenn

Uncle Charlie Creative Inc.