I'm still stumbling across it.
(yes, I've yet to truly grasp the WHOLE of my New Blinky Box)
I waited tables at The Elephant Room for a year...
Back in the late 90's. Okay--the year from March '98 to March '99.
A Friend...the wife of the man who painted the BELOVED painting on my wall....
(Nathan Jenson's WOMAN PAINTING)
Heard through "The Family" I was out of work.
Showed up on my doorstep to GIVE me the job.
I was stunned.
Steven had blown his brains out January 27th, and I still hadn't gotten my shit together.
She was an Angel.
SHE...My dear Cassandra--just knew I needed a job, and loved me.
Baffled by my story, she took me down the stairs
to that dark low ceilinged little shot-gun
of a basement Jazz Club.
I was a cocktail waitress.
(*Edit: She has a Masters in Art History now, I think she's teaching.
they have a little one now. *smiles*)
I'd never known ANYTHING about Jazz before.
I thought songs needed words.
(i know i know know--we all grow SOMEWHERE.)
I learned SO much there.
Met so many amazing people.
Learned how to listen, differently.
One night Tony Campise played something...
on his horn...
That made me stand still--with drinks on my tray...
Tears just rolled down.
Hand steady under my tray, I wiped my face with the other arm
and went to make excuses to the table waiting for their drinks.....
They all allowed as how--really--they didn't mind so much.
That was a good year.
I got to chat about one of my favourite subjects--Austin Architecture--with
a guy who likes old buildings too, and Absolut & soda.
(Yeah--he likes Jazz too.)
Honestly--a swell guy, no EGO.
(and I'm such a dork, I didn't realise who he was...right away.
I just thought he was visiting and was interested in old buildings.
I told him the ELEPHANT ROOM's story--and it went from there)
Then I played goalie to keep the little fan girls off him.
(i'm small--but I'm not a bad bouncer. It's all in how you hold your head.)
All that--from a song
with no words.