It's amazing, how it works.
You drag yourself home from work (you drag yourself to work first, naturally), you do something (there is always something to do, isn't it?), you eat dinner, walk the dogs, and around 10 pm all you can think of is a martini and a movie. Short one, too, because you have to get up at 5:30 am.
Instead of it you grab you horn and drive to a bar, where you might get a chance to play (good things come to those who wait. I must admit, though, that the waiting time is getting shorter and shorter; I truly hope, that this is due to my humble efforts to actually put some consciousness into the series of sounds I play - I better believe it, otherwise, why bother playing at all?), sit there, pretending to drink a cosmopolitan which has less alcohol in it, than root beer, greeting people you think you know (I am actually OK with faces, it the names I just can't attach to them, faces...), and listening to music.
And it better be good, considering that martini I gave up.
And it was good yesterday, and I saw a new face, and I won't forget this name - Tracy Marie - she was a host last night.
And she was good.
I could, probably, say something about her voice, style, and all the other things, which are supposed to be mentioned, when you describe a singer, but than I will only repeat whatever others already said before, many times.
She was good.
She sang third set with us, a motley crew of somewhat strange people, all Parkview regulars (some are for sure, some I haven't seen before, so I am speculating). Turned out OK for me, I think, with less of my screwups than I would expect to have (there was even some sort of applause after one of my solos).
It's amazing, how it works - At 15 min into Thursday morning I realized, that I am not tired (anymore), I don't want to sleep (ever), and I just want to go on playing. Common sense, however, took over, I put the horn back in the case, and we left.
This is what live music does to you...
You drag yourself home from work (you drag yourself to work first, naturally), you do something (there is always something to do, isn't it?), you eat dinner, walk the dogs, and around 10 pm all you can think of is a martini and a movie. Short one, too, because you have to get up at 5:30 am.
Instead of it you grab you horn and drive to a bar, where you might get a chance to play (good things come to those who wait. I must admit, though, that the waiting time is getting shorter and shorter; I truly hope, that this is due to my humble efforts to actually put some consciousness into the series of sounds I play - I better believe it, otherwise, why bother playing at all?), sit there, pretending to drink a cosmopolitan which has less alcohol in it, than root beer, greeting people you think you know (I am actually OK with faces, it the names I just can't attach to them, faces...), and listening to music.
And it better be good, considering that martini I gave up.
And it was good yesterday, and I saw a new face, and I won't forget this name - Tracy Marie - she was a host last night.
And she was good.
I could, probably, say something about her voice, style, and all the other things, which are supposed to be mentioned, when you describe a singer, but than I will only repeat whatever others already said before, many times.
She was good.
She sang third set with us, a motley crew of somewhat strange people, all Parkview regulars (some are for sure, some I haven't seen before, so I am speculating). Turned out OK for me, I think, with less of my screwups than I would expect to have (there was even some sort of applause after one of my solos).
It's amazing, how it works - At 15 min into Thursday morning I realized, that I am not tired (anymore), I don't want to sleep (ever), and I just want to go on playing. Common sense, however, took over, I put the horn back in the case, and we left.
This is what live music does to you...