So finally Mom gets a sitter and decides to stay up way past her bedtime to come, see me perform and to perform herself (since Mother Judge is an old, dear friend of hers, and many of her friends/colleagues show up at the open mic). Tonight was that night.
I felt GOOD about my performance tonight. Before anyone said anything to me, I felt goddamn good. The songs I played, I was comfortable with and I made them come off, from my perspective, PERFECT. The notes were right, the chords were (mostly) right and I felt good about it. I felt like I did a good job.
And then they told me. Mother Judge told me. Annine told me. Mom told me. And, you know, that was more than enough for me. I felt good and they validated that.
And then Mom performed. She started off my telling the audience that she only came to support me, and that I signed her up to perform (which is half-true) and then she just blew them away with her quiet, brilliant songstressy. My mom is just... just... incredible. People agree, this is not just bias talking, she is really fucking good.
So she finished and this guy came up to me. He told me that my mom was great and he could hear where I got my voice. Then others started coming up and telling me how much I sound like my mom, and how good we BOTH were, separately. People were coming up to me that I had never spoken to before.
THEN... and OMG, what a THEN this is.
Tess, the owner of the Lark Tavern came up to me. She said, "You made me stop in my tracks with your voice. I was going into the back room to get some liquor and I heard you sing and I had to stop and take a minute to listen.
This never happens."
Heh. I told her she must have been talking about my mom and she said, "No, it was you, and that NEVER happens."
Holy motherfucking shit. The *owner* of the Lark Tavern, who hears this shit almost every night stopped and took notice of ME... and even came to talk to me about it.
My mom says she was listening to me and it reminded her of herself. I've heard that before and it never ceases to melt me. Everyone said we were both fantastic and they now know where I get my voice.
I found a lead guitarist who wants to play with me.
And then, random shit, man. I go to Price Chopper to get some cat food and I run into this chick that I used to work with over 6 years ago at Bed, Bath and Beyond... and
she recognized me.
What a night. And, for a Wednesday/Open Mic night, I'm not even up that late.
All you silly folks who didn't come to this one... you have no idea what you missed...
But there will be others, and they will be good, too. My confidence is really high right now. I only hope I can live up to it.
~FG };^>
