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I find it a little odd that I made my singing debut with the Pfister Sisters during our local Gay Pride weekend, but considering how huge an influence the gay community has been on me throughout my entire life, I suppose it's appropriate.
On Saturday night I sang with the Pfisters at the Children's Museum for a Girl Scouts fund raiser. Most of the people there by the time we went on were drunk, perusing the silent auctions, or both, but we did have a few dedicated listeners, including Leah Chase and two of her friends. After our set, she told my mom I reminded her of Keely Smith, which I appreciate; yes, it does refer to how little Keely moved while on stage, but also to how she just sings her ass off, so I'm taking it strictly as a compliment.
Today's Sunday brunch at the Marigny Brasserie was extremely busy, so it was fairly impossible for anyone to hear a word we were singing. It's a wonderful restaurant that is run by equally wonderful people, but even with a small crowd it is just LOUD in there and because of the gay pride event going on in the park across the way, they were very busy; there's just too many hard surfaces and not a single curtain or sound panel to offer any sort of a buffer.
The first time I had to get up on stage with them, when I still only knew three or four songs, was absolutely the worst. I was horribly nervous, but I warmed up enough after the first song last night to relax. Today, I felt fine and was actually to enjoy myself.
Debbie will be back in town this week, but I'm going to keep learning new songs so I can sub for her or Karen at the Spotted Cat gig, which both of them hate. Debbie just doesn't like it, but Karen's pregnant so the cigarette smell makes her extremely nauseated.
That damn furniture song is probably still the hardest one for me to get right.
On Saturday night I sang with the Pfisters at the Children's Museum for a Girl Scouts fund raiser. Most of the people there by the time we went on were drunk, perusing the silent auctions, or both, but we did have a few dedicated listeners, including Leah Chase and two of her friends. After our set, she told my mom I reminded her of Keely Smith, which I appreciate; yes, it does refer to how little Keely moved while on stage, but also to how she just sings her ass off, so I'm taking it strictly as a compliment.
Today's Sunday brunch at the Marigny Brasserie was extremely busy, so it was fairly impossible for anyone to hear a word we were singing. It's a wonderful restaurant that is run by equally wonderful people, but even with a small crowd it is just LOUD in there and because of the gay pride event going on in the park across the way, they were very busy; there's just too many hard surfaces and not a single curtain or sound panel to offer any sort of a buffer.
The first time I had to get up on stage with them, when I still only knew three or four songs, was absolutely the worst. I was horribly nervous, but I warmed up enough after the first song last night to relax. Today, I felt fine and was actually to enjoy myself.
Debbie will be back in town this week, but I'm going to keep learning new songs so I can sub for her or Karen at the Spotted Cat gig, which both of them hate. Debbie just doesn't like it, but Karen's pregnant so the cigarette smell makes her extremely nauseated.
That damn furniture song is probably still the hardest one for me to get right.
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