Wednesday, July 16, 2008

My Little Brown Book

****** As I prepare to participate in a salute to the memorable composer Billy Strayhorn, I am memorizing the lyric to "My Little Brown Book". Artistic Director Bill Charlap requested I sing MLBB, only to be somewhat startled to learn I've never sung it before. How I've managed to avoid it all these years is truly a mystery. However, on July 31st, I will enjoy the enormous pleasure of singing it with Bill and several other outstanding musicians. Here .

****** In all my years as an active performer, I have never learned to read music. I carry a small, battered volume which contains song titles and the keys in which I sing them. It is my portable library. It is in point of fact a Little Brown Book, but it does not have a silver binding.

****** I was unable to stay awake to view the All-Star Game last night. Frankly, I find the spectacle somewhat boring, and except for the chance to see some retired professionals whose playing days I recall with great fondness, it is a ho-hummer for me. My husband woke me with the news of the marathon it became, but more importantly, the not surprising (to me) news that the American League prevailed. Now let's get back to the real thing please.

Monday, July 14, 2008

The Red Sox and Billy Strayhorn

****** The past week has been full of interesting meetings and discussions involving a new project. (Note: I am more inclined to enjoy the newly acquired title of Entertainment Consultant over actual performing.)

****** A new and rather spectacular venue is in the process of structural completion, and Buck and I have signed on to provide assistance in the selection of artists who may appear on its new stage. I will happily provide more details as they become available. (Sound like a CNN anchor.)

****** On a personal level, Buck's 75th birthday occurred on Friday, July 11, and a lovely family barbeque party was held at his son's home on the 12th. The arrival of his youngest grandsons (ages 7 and 5) visiting from Westchester County completely surprised him and fulfilled my intended mission: To see my husband surrounded by his entire family: five grandsons, son, daughter and their spouses. Lovely weather, great eats, beautiful birthday cake ... everything I dreamed it would be.

****** Boston Red Sox are back on top in the AL Eastern Division, and as we face the All-Star break, I do think summer is proceeding at much too fast a pace.

****** I am preparing to join an exceptional line-up of jazz luminaries on July 31 in New York (go here) The amazingly brilliant Bill Charlap is Artistic Director of the Jazz In July Festival at the 92nd St. Y, and I am extremely gratified to have been asked to participate in a program devoted to the music of Billy Strayhorn.

****** I hope you will continue to submit your comments. I very much enjoy reading them.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

"Songbirds" Tenth Anniversary

****** With utmost respect and admiration, I'd like to salute the Moderator of an online group of music fans. His name is David Torresen and "Songbirds, The Singers of Classic Pop and Jazz" has been a thriving, exhuberant forum since its inception in June, 1998. Membership now includes over a thousand fans scattered across the planet. Daily mail includes information about familiar singers, and news of fledgling talent worth investigating; new recordings and valuable re-issues are posted, newspaper reviews, commentary, gossip, and the occasional good-natured debate among loyal fans of a singer and those who vehemently disagree.

****** Members are avid collectors, singers, composers, journalists, and musicians, with a healthy representation of some well-known artists. Here is the official description of the site:

Description

****** Songbirds: The Singers of Classic Pop and Jazz. A list primarily devoted to discussion of the legendary female vocalists of "classic pop" and jazz: Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee, Judy Garland, Billie Holiday, Doris Day, Sarah Vaughan, June Christy, Ethel Waters, Mildred Bailey, Rosemary Clooney, Lena Horne, Anita O'Day, Carmen McRae, Chris Connor, Maxine Sullivan, Lee Wiley, Mabel Mercer, Jo Stafford, Dinah Washington, Julie London, Margaret Whiting, Nina Simone, Blossom Dearie, Keely Smith, Annie Ross, many more. Also, plenty of discussion of crooners, songwriters, bandleaders, and contemporary singers keeping this great song tradition alive. The common denominator is singers who interpret the Great American Songbook (to which we refer in shorthand as "GAS") -- Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, George and Ira Gershwin, Jerome Kern, Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart, Oscar Hammerstein, Duke Ellington, Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer, Hoagy Carmichael, Harry Warren, Dorothy Fields, Jule Styne, many more.

****** Non-members can view the Home page at Songbirds; but are required to apply to the moderator to become members to be able to view past messages in the archives and post messages. The service is free.

****** Happy Tenth Anniversary David and the entire International Songbirds community.

Monday, June 23, 2008

George Carlin, R.I.P.

Today's sad news of the death of George Carlin in California at the age of 71 reminded me of the following incidents. Although I hadn't seen or talked to him in a very long time, I have observed his steady ascension in the field of stand-up comedy with great admiration and respect.


****** One day in the mid-1960's, I was doing laundry in the basement of the large apartment building in Newark, New Jersey where I lived at the time. A man I'd seen on television unexpectedly entered, carrying a full basket and a box of detergent. We chatted, and I mentioned that I was surprised to know he lived in the building too. We hadn't at the time worked a gig together, although not too long after this encounter, we did appear on the same bill at the legendary hungry i in San Francisco. I opened for him.

****** George Carlin's career was just beginning to blossom, and he was frequently invited to appear on The Tonight Show or The Steve Allen Show. One memorable bit of hilarity featured "the hippy-dippy Weather Man", a character hopelessly bewildered by all things meteorological, who delivered the daily forecast in devil-may-care, hipster slang. He also appeared slightly stoned. Very funny and clever and totally inoffensive.

****** A few short weeks after the laundry meeting, I found myself on a bus to Philadelphia where I was hired to open for George on a weekend engagement at a brand-new venue. In fact, I believe we were the first of a very short line of entertainers to perform there. The club was most unusual: A small Catholic church which had been officially desanctified by the Vatican was now to function as a small concert hall/night club, with the bar located in the former choir loft. Carvings of saints and any other evidence of its previous function had been removed, the statue of The Virgin Mary replaced by an enlarged photograph of Billie Holiday. Duke Ellington's image hung in the spot previously occupied by the Crucifix.

****** The owners didn't seem to have a clue about how to run the place, and when asked, admitted they had relied on word-of-mouth and volunteers posting signs on street corners to alert the city of Philadelphia of its existence. Little wonder, our Opening Friday night audience consisted of about ten people, a piano player for me, the bartender and a couple of waitresses. With true professional grit, George and I delivered our best work as if the house were full of admiring fans.

****** On Saturday night, we faced the same dismal situation. We were both disappointed but didn't talked about it. As I was about to start the first set, there was some excitement at the front door. Like the Pied Piper himself, Bill Cosby entered, leading a group of as many as fifty people. We had an audience! Later we discovered that Cosby had heard of the embarrasing head-count the night before, and took it upon himself to round up friends and family to give us much appreciated support. A very magnanimous gesture I'm sure George never forgot. I know I never have.

****** George's language on stage was riddled with obscenity and profanity, none of it even slightly offensive to me, a veteran of a seven-week engagement opening for Lenny Bruce. Like all of his true fans, I heard his message; his colorful vocabulary merely reinforced his stinging observations and no-nonsense perceptions of our often misguided, even disasterous life choices. I hope other comedic philosopers will emulate George , but there will never be another quite so unique.

****** And be sure to check this brilliant piece of Carlin business.