Wanna Know One Little Thing About Me?  

travelingintexas 41M
9/8/2005 12:26 am
Wanna Know One Little Thing About Me?

Background Music:
Herbie Hancock, Hush, Hush

Psssssssssstttttttt… Come closer……

The latest fun craze has been to share several things about yourself that some on here may not know about us or to help give a better idea of the man or woman behind the profile and picture. I have had great fun with this already and plan to have even more fun. But tonight I am in a little different mood. I wanted to share something with you I don’t tell many people anymore. I want to tell it as humbly as I can and I hope shed some light on whom and what Travelingacrosstx is about.

I am a musician… in all honesty, a vocalist. I sing. Now any person can say they sing if their mamma says they can. I know this. You have no reason to believe me. However, let me try and shed a little bit more light of my makeup. I have a high baritone voice. Sweet and gravely. In truth, I have a jazz voice. Jazz is my love. Always has been, always will be.

When I was 17 I took a picture on the performing stage at Julliard School of Music. I walked the halls and saw the pictures of those Alumni that had come before. Heck, Pavarotti at the time did Masters Classes at Julliard. I saw the dorms, bought the sweatshirt. Auditioned and was accepted. Fully. Paid for. I have a picture of me standing on the stage as a senior in high school. The plan was to have another one taken upon graduation. I was also accepted to Florida State University for their musical Theatre program. Emerson wanted me too.

The Kings of my heart are Satchmo, Thelonious Monk, Dinah Washington, Blue Eyes, Ferdinand "Jelly Roll" Morton, Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Dizzy Gillespie, Cab Calloway and for a Modern Day twist, Connick. I am gifted and blessed with a soulfull voice that the kings would have been proud of.

I never realized my dream. Today, when a set begins in a Jazz club I can close my eyes and hear the crowd before me. I remember being in front of thousands of others, eyes on me and the innate ability to read a crowds mood and feed from it and pour it back out. Perhaps that is a thing I miss. That I hunger for. Approval through the ears and applause of the crowd. I had an opportunity to hear the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra as they backed up Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. I find myself jealous at these events. Terribly jealous. Anytime I attend a concert I can still see myself up THERE. I listen to the voices and imagine the big band behind me. I always tell myself one day but find I am hidden from site by every day responsibilities and cannot tear myself away from my need to support my kids.

I saw “Ray” for the first time the other night. Can’t watch movies like that. The hunger is too great. There is a scene where he turned to a trumpet player and scolded him for making the band sound sloppy. I saw myself there and hungered more. I know there are many out there like me. The fame is not what is sought. It is the making of life and love through music. I would put all of my abilities behind this one thing. I am a jazz vocalist never found. A star unborn. A quiet voice that won’t sing today because it is too painful.

I smoke. Looking back I think I started because I was angry. My voice was my tool. I had handled it with care. Amazing for someone whose voice is magic. Want to know the funny thing? It hasn’t affected my voice one bit. It has actually become much stronger. Not because of smoking, because of grace. I am of the age where the male voice begins to crystallize and comes into its full capability. Confuses me. Why would I have this voice if not to use it? Ahhhhhhhh I dream still. I do. The types of musicians I seek aren’t to be found in the heart of Texas. Not for my capabilities. So, I sit in Texas and dream of what could be, if only I truly knew how.

“Behind the curtain I await. Refusing to look through the crack at who awaits me on the other side. But I can hear the rumble of voices. I judge the mood of the group by the sound of their voices. What do I start with? I imagine myself leading them on, taking them through the dance of their hearts. They have come for me. To hear me. To tell their friends they heard me.”

Before the curtain even opens, with the rumble of the crowd on the other side, I stand there in the muted lights of pre-show, grasp the mic in one hand and knowing the note perfectly in the depths of my mind, sing:

(from the other side of the curtain, an impatient crowd automatically answers me!)
(The curtain slowly moves back as the stage lights dim to dark with the spot on me)
(Blue lights are brought up on the band and the curtain draws back further)
(The curtains open, the crowd completes the wild refrain, the band kicks in, the show begins… Traveling is in town.)

Who wrote Minnie the Moocher. Secondly, anyone know the story? (No googling)

Let me update the question since I wasn't real clear.
1) Who wrote Minnie the Moocher?
2) Where was it first performed and does anyone know the story of its orgin?

dano6332 56M

9/8/2005 7:55 am

You know it is never to late start with the open mike nights and take it from there I think when we get to old to chase our dreams it is time (in vernacular you will get) "to hang up our spurs" Besides the journey is a life all its own.

beewulf9 38M

9/8/2005 8:10 am

I want to encourage you to continue singing and you should be proud that you have the ability to. It is a lovely one, may your singing constantly bring you and your audience joy.

rm_CookieLips2 61M

9/8/2005 8:17 am

Trav, Don't dwell on the "what ifs", look forward to the "what could be's". Can you write songs? Make a CD of yourself and send it out to all that you think will listen. You know, every June up here in Norman they have a JazzFest and some of they great ones show up here to entertain. You should consider coming on up. You kow you would have a place to stay too!

rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
9/8/2005 8:30 am

I would guess that Cab Calloway wrote it, but it's a guess and I didn't cheat. Also, I emphatically agree with dano - do it. I know what it feels like to wander away from a long held dream. You get farther and farther away from it and it feels very distant. But it's an illusion - we never want it one iota less than the absolute most fervent moment ever spent wanting it. Take it from a more seasoned person - make it happen. Do it. I mean it.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

madkitten 53F
291 posts
9/8/2005 8:39 am

You should never live with regrets and if one of them is that you love singing, go for it, you have nothing to lose.

Dont know the story, but its Cab Calloway/Irving Mills (sorry looked on my Bobby Darin cds so yes I sort of cheated.)

rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
9/8/2005 9:03 am

Favorite Jazz Vocals
Dinah W - Stormy Weather (sorry Billie, Dinah rules this one)
Joe Williams (sigh...) - Going to Chicago
Joe, Ella, the Count - One O'Clock Jump
Lambert, Hendricks, Ross - Two For Blues (thought I was gonna say Twisted?)
King Pleasure - the "there I go, there I go, there I go" song
Eddie Jefferson - Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
Chet Baker - Someone to Watch Over Me
Nat King Cole - That Sunday, That Summer (not really jazz but what a song)
Al Jarreau - We Got By or a vocalizing of Take Five
honorable mention to Michael Franks, for having such a sense of humor

That was fun. But I need to get a life...

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

rm_mtnravyn 60M
890 posts
9/8/2005 10:11 am

Trav I believe that was it for a comic strip or cartoon or something. My best friend is a jazz fanatic and I vaguely remember a conversation after watching the Blues Borthers on TV.

thr3sum 33M/F
117 posts
9/8/2005 10:32 am

i think it was cab calloway... he sang it in Blues Brothers

rm_mtnravyn 60M
890 posts
9/8/2005 3:52 pm

Okay Trav I cheated, I called my friend, but still don't have a complete answer. The comic strip was Betty Boop and the song was written in association with it, but he couldn't remember any details.

rm_texasgal1978 45F
225 posts
9/8/2005 4:47 pm

What is holding you back from realizing your dream? Can I ask what prevented you from attending Julliard and going for what is in your soul?

KhaosKitty 42F
123 posts
9/8/2005 6:56 pm

I'm not sure who wrote it. Cab Calloway sang one of the first recorded versions. The most recent I've heard was done by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.

And now that I have your voice stuck in my head, I want to hear you sing. I took vocal lessons for years, but never really got a chance to do anything with it - long story, and perhaps one for my "sharing" blog when I get around to it. I do hope to hear you sing. Soon. Follow your dream. Hang your hat on a song. And bring it on back...

DefiniteTrouble 50F

9/8/2005 7:06 pm

T? That's 1...you owe us 99 more...

ThumbChickStool 33F

9/9/2005 12:56 pm

Don't get him started DT! Leave the man be. And trav, your destiny is up to you. Do you want to sing on stage? Go for it. Figure out how to live the dream, but manage to support reality as well.

One of my fervent wishes is to get back into acting and making a name for myself, even if it is in the local theater arena. Hollywood is too big for me. But I find that with my life as it is, I can't put the time and devotion it would require. I guess my advice isn't valid if I can't follow it. Many kisses.

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