Wednesday, January 30, I performed for the first time at Blues Alley--not as a background vocalist or guest soloist, but I actually saw my own, whole name on the marquee that I've seen so many times as a patron. It felt kind of nice.
The past several weeks have been spent going from hospitals to doctor's appointments with my Dad.
I almost thought I'd have to cancel.
The band was comprised of some of the most phenomenal brothers I've ever had the pleasure to work with. Tony Walker, Vince Evans, David Dyson and Tim Steele are so amazingly incredible at what they do, and I felt so honored that they would play. My daughter Lisa even sang a duet with me and of course, I was proud as punch!
It was so nice to be there surrounded by friends and very encouraging strangers. I met people from Columbia, Korea, Japan and there were even a group from one of DC's Jewish congregations in attendance. I looked out in to the audience and saw my childhood pastor, Rev. James E. Coates, his wife Marsha, and one of their sons. It reminded me of a time 33 years ago when I was a Howard University student. I was singing in a band, we were booked at a local club, and Rev. Coates came to the show just to make sure I was representing Christ....: )
It's no secret that I detest the business side of music. Sometimes it overshadows what should matter, involves territory that diminishes and disregards performers and performances, and can bring you crashing down from the wonderful high that making music brings. Nevertheless, one has to remember why one does a thing in the first place; remember the love of it; the joy of it, and keep doing it.
Wednesday night, I remembered just how much I love to sing, and want to sing for as long as I can...: )
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