Post by selfishreasons on May 7, 2003 23:12:31 GMT -5
5/7
Okay, so my mom asked me to come to this jazz club that she goes to in Yonkers, New York and sing. I had been there before and was turned off because of the old people who fill the doors. The night I went it was dead. Tonight, I decided to go and sing cuz my mom did her puppy dogg face and the cute voice. I figured no sweat. I'll knock them dead.
When I first got in the band was smoking. They were doing some nice sets. So, I figured it would be easy to do some good sets with them. I get up there and did a song that I have done with many differnt groups before. It's my signature song. I sing it everywhere I go. Usually. When I showed the music to the pianist, he started asking me questions. I felt kinda wierd, by the way he was asking them. He was unfamiliar with the tune. But that didn't phase me. After all, he had the sheet music.
So, I get up and do the set and the guy is off. The pianist was screwing up. He threw off my groove, the bass groove and the drum groove. I was mortified. This had never happened before. So, I get through the song and the the bass player give me a sorrowful look. Then he says to the audience. "this is the first time the piano player has seen the song. And everything we do isn't magic. It's always a workshop."
After that I knew the crowd thought I was bad. And I kept getting those "you were good" compliments that meant "don't quit your day job." The bass player came up to my table and apologized to me there. And explain the pianist really didn't know the tune. So, I asked him if I could sing again. I of course had to redeem myself for the dirty looks that I felt.
Some other singers got up and did there songs and were very good. One woman does an entire set. I think she owns the place or something. I know she brings a crowd of people with her. She was a tough act to follow. She woman tore up the stage. She must have been at leats 80, but she was good.
So, now I'm feeling some heat. The band plays "but not for me" and I get ready for my song. They played it with a swing groove that I liked, so I asked for them to just give me the same groove. I asked the piano player to do my song in eflat, but he said he'd rather do it in C, which is lower. It's significantly easier for them to play. It's not hard for me to sing, since I have a large range, but I know the song feels better in E flat.
Anyway, so, I get up there and am going to sing time after time. Now, I'm not going to say that I was the best one who sang. But I tore the roof off the joint. verse-verse-sax solo-verse-2 minute scat improve-big finish. That when the joint stood up for me. But of course I was then followed by the band playing a tight "night in tunisia" with a conga player who just sat in. I wish he played on my song.
Okay, so my mom asked me to come to this jazz club that she goes to in Yonkers, New York and sing. I had been there before and was turned off because of the old people who fill the doors. The night I went it was dead. Tonight, I decided to go and sing cuz my mom did her puppy dogg face and the cute voice. I figured no sweat. I'll knock them dead.
When I first got in the band was smoking. They were doing some nice sets. So, I figured it would be easy to do some good sets with them. I get up there and did a song that I have done with many differnt groups before. It's my signature song. I sing it everywhere I go. Usually. When I showed the music to the pianist, he started asking me questions. I felt kinda wierd, by the way he was asking them. He was unfamiliar with the tune. But that didn't phase me. After all, he had the sheet music.
So, I get up and do the set and the guy is off. The pianist was screwing up. He threw off my groove, the bass groove and the drum groove. I was mortified. This had never happened before. So, I get through the song and the the bass player give me a sorrowful look. Then he says to the audience. "this is the first time the piano player has seen the song. And everything we do isn't magic. It's always a workshop."
After that I knew the crowd thought I was bad. And I kept getting those "you were good" compliments that meant "don't quit your day job." The bass player came up to my table and apologized to me there. And explain the pianist really didn't know the tune. So, I asked him if I could sing again. I of course had to redeem myself for the dirty looks that I felt.
Some other singers got up and did there songs and were very good. One woman does an entire set. I think she owns the place or something. I know she brings a crowd of people with her. She was a tough act to follow. She woman tore up the stage. She must have been at leats 80, but she was good.
So, now I'm feeling some heat. The band plays "but not for me" and I get ready for my song. They played it with a swing groove that I liked, so I asked for them to just give me the same groove. I asked the piano player to do my song in eflat, but he said he'd rather do it in C, which is lower. It's significantly easier for them to play. It's not hard for me to sing, since I have a large range, but I know the song feels better in E flat.
Anyway, so, I get up there and am going to sing time after time. Now, I'm not going to say that I was the best one who sang. But I tore the roof off the joint. verse-verse-sax solo-verse-2 minute scat improve-big finish. That when the joint stood up for me. But of course I was then followed by the band playing a tight "night in tunisia" with a conga player who just sat in. I wish he played on my song.
