Picture this... it's my first gig with this little jazz trio I put together...were playing in a nice upscale coffee house. I'm nervous and pumped, but reasonably confident that I can hold it together to get through our 20 or so songs.
Also in our town this weekend is Harvey Pekar, subject of the new movie American Splendor that has gotten all these critical raves. He's here promoting a special showing of the movie. I haven't seen the movie yet, but I know his work and have seen him on David Letterman; his work is perhaps a little strange for most of us, but it's interesting in it's own way.
In fact, Pekar is also a respected jazz critic, who has published in Downbeat, etc.
To make a long story short, guess who's sitting right in front of the stage while I'm setting up in this quiet little coffee house. Here this guy is, a nationally-known jazz critic, right in front of me... plus I've been reading the guy's work for years.
Then 15 minutes before we start, he and his entourage pack up to leave. I work up the guts to introduce myself and tell him I like his work, etc. Then I take a deep breath and get through the set fine!
....but who knows how it would have gone had he'd stuck around?[This message was edited by Dirk B on 11 October 2003 at 08:22 PM.]
[This message was edited by Dirk B on 11 October 2003 at 08:30 PM.]
