The connections continue, old and new, during this second week on the road. In San Francisco I got to see my daughter Emily, a student at San Francisco Sate. Last time I saw here was in February when we played at Disney Hall. (Here’s a shot of Emily hanging backstage with Lawrence Fishburn, just before we ran over to the Grammy Awards.) Emily took time out from studying
for her finals to come to our concert at Davies Hall presented by SF Jazz, and said she really loved it, which means much more to me than a good review in the Times. (Speaking of reviews, If you want a good laugh, check out this review/blog in the SF Weekly). In the greenroom hang after the concert a very distinguished man, clean in his gray suit and sunglasses, told me he loved the concert and that he plays the sax, too. Oh, cool, what’s your name. John Handy...
The next day the band did a run out to Santa Cruz, playing a concert produced by our friend Tim Jackson, who is always doing great things. I had a missed opportunity to reunite with my friend Daniel Robin, who not only played baritone in my high school jazz band, but lent me his horn for my appearance in The Exorcist II: The Heretic. I used it in a scene with Linda Blair (I’m not making this up). Daniel had his own gig that night (speaking not playing) and arrived at our concert just in time to see the bus pull away. I guess that connection will have to wait until next time.
Los Angeles. What can I say - my hometown. My Father (trombonist Dick Nash) picked me up at the airport. Always great to have family waiting for you when you get off a plane. After catching up with him for a bit at the house (where I grew up) I had dinner with Scott Jacobson, whom I hadn’t seen
since I was 19. He was a great clarinetist, and we used to perform in all-city bands together, and play lots of duets. Lots of ‘em. He stopped playing at some point, and become an entrepreneur, starting a VERY lucrative business with his brother, of a nature that I will refrain from describing here (oh, no...totally legal). Later, when I checked into Roosevelt Hotel, I saw a man walk into the lobby that looked like he OWNED the place, with his pale blue sport jacket, hat and sunglasses, and his confident stride. As he got a little closer I saw that it was none other than saxophonist Joe Lovano who was to be our guest at the Hollywood Bowl, playing tribute to the great James Moody.
The next day we played the Bowl. In attendance were not only my Father and our family friend Shelley Balloon (who I’ve known for almost 40 years), but gourmet spice man Mark Sleeper, who is a producer on a film called Luke Jacobs, P.I. (based on the novels by Ken Mask) for which I am writing a score; choreographer Sheron Wray (check out her Tedx program; Petra and her friend Philip, who I met with Ivette on a cruise three years ago; ten high school friends I haven’t seen in years, who came as a big group, and practically malled me after, in a nice way (local boy does good); and actor James Spader, who was very enthusiastic about the concert, and about saying hello, despite the fact that I called him David...
Later that night some of the aforementioned, and a few guys from the band, attended Winnie and Arthur’s soiree at Cafe WAS, where their teenage son Harry was tearing it up on trumpet with his cronies at the organized jam session. A few hors d’oeuvres, a little red wine. Nice. When we got back to the hotel, Susan John, director of touring for JALC, talked me into sneaking into the club in the hotel, Beach’s Madhouse, where some very decadent, fellini-esque partying was going down, replete with a transvestite Dwarf, someone dressed as a penis, and the queen of socialites (I won’t say who it was but her first name is a city in France, and he last name is a hotel. No it’s not Marseilles Marriott). Check out some of the video we grabbed surreptitiously.
The next day was free, and I drove down to Costa Mesa to spend time with my daughter Lisa who is finishing up studies at The Academy of TV and Radio Broadcasting. She a had a little time off between her gig at TK Burger and her evening class. By the way, she is a great singer - check out this recording she made on her laptop.
Visits to the West Coast can be exhausting. I am sitting on a plane now, heading to small town in Washington State, and I am looking forward to not knowing anybody...