Sunday, October 9, 2011
It’s been a strange and wondrous journey from New York, Connecticut, Lousiana and California to North Texas for this mid-century moderne, minimalist jazz crooner of a New York City girl.
Musicians who work with me have to be masters at playing the wacky stuff I love to perform — as in “who knows what she’ll do next?”
And listen, I love country music. Always have.
It’s all swing to me.
In Hollywood, as the “gatekeeper” for some pretty dazzling venues where I both booked the talent and performed with my own band for several decades, I was accustomed to criticism of the green-tinged variety from aspiring junior birdman self-appointed “jazz singers.” As in: “she’s a jazz singer and she sings songs like “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry?”
Well, yes. Yes I do.
I’ve never wanted to be like anyone else, and my nerdy tunesmith’s repertoire has helped me make it through the night (thank you, Kris Kristofferson) in all sorts of wacky musical situations. And, just for the record, nobody is a jazz singer unless someone else calls them one.
So here I am in Dallas, and I’ve found the small handful of musicians who aren’t locked into reading from a fake book…. Read the full story »