By Ray Brown Jr.

It is the night before my performance. Night one of the festival was interesting. Student big band, o.k., then a student female vocalist who was nice. I got pulled away to meet the director of the festival in his offices downstairs. By the time I returned upstairs the “big boys” we’re hitting it. They were exceptional, and then they brought out the girl acapella group. The girl who sang bass is unbelievable. Show stoppers to be sure.
The press asked me what I thought of Ukrainian jazz. It is an interesting position to be in. I question my talent. I will do my best, but there is the overtone of U.S. jazz musicians vs. Ukrainian jazz musicians, and then there is that, your parents (Ella Fitzgerald and Ray Brown) are so loved.
I’ve been up and considering my set. I have a rehearsal this morning. Well, with a towel, a shot of vodka and a red-bull this may work! The sound check was a disaster. The bass player couldn’t get his sound, the two piano players were screaming in the monitors and in the house. The drummer was so soft and timid. I was hating the sound, the press was there recording part of the rehearsal. I was ready to do the gig without the drummer. I was in a foul mood. We stopped by a grocery store to get a can of red bull. Read more »




February 26th, 2013
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