You know the old saying: "blow your own horn". well, sometimes you just have to do it, because nobody else does. And if you don't indulge in a little shameless self-promotion, - nobody is going to do that either.
Had a lovely sunny summer afternoon on the weekend at a jazz party up at a northern lake - wonderful musicians, an appreciative group of people on the lawn and in boats, and I get to sing with them. Great fun. Here's the horn-blowing part: I got a lot of positive feedback about my singing, but one person reported to me a comment made to them, and I quote, -
"Wow, she's better than so many people on the radio".
Need I say more, Jazz FM, or CBC? Get me on your airwaves!! The people want it! Make them and me happy! But meanwhile, because I won't hold my breath for that oh-so-bourgeois and common recognition, I'll just keep on truckin' with all the great fun I get to have, and enjoy just the teensiest bit of smug satisfaction thinking about that comment. "..better than....", you say? Why, thanks so much for that, and i bow to all the gods of music for the joy of song.
And if you're in Carnarvon, Ontario, in Haliburton County on the weekend, come to the Rhubarb Restaurant; I'll be performing there with John Deehan on saxophone.
Some pictures:
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| linda kooluris-dobbs takes lovely photographs. check her website |
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| here's what the setting was; more folks behind on the grass |
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| and more boats |
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| fred duligal on sax |
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| ted roberts on guitar |
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| rosemary galloway on bass |
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| john macloud on trumpet |
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| don vickery on drums |
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| tout le bande |
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| i think this guy fancied me, but i found him a little wooden |
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| it's a rough life |
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