The old timer
super-accomplished jazz guitarist played with a taught trumpet player, stand-up
bass (YES, the way jazz bass should be), and a drummer. It felt right and
clearly sounded the way jazz should sound. A small group came to the club. They are headed up by a hyper-enthused gentleman who is a long-time jazz drummer and includes a friend and her adult son who are visiting from Greece. I was glad to see an irregular regular show up with his seeing-eye dog. I
made sure to phrase my greeting better than the last time, when I said something
like “You haven’t seen us in awhile” – ugh! The couple accompanying him are
regulars and the man in the couple is a hand percussionist. Suddenly a pair of
bongos appears in his hands and he joins the group for a couple of numbers
and adds some Latin spice to the music. Very impressive
contribution, since the quartet clearly has heavyweights that leaves no holes in
their music. It was neat to see how seamlessly they made room for very note
being expertly pounded on the skins. The absorption was complete. Later in the
night a couple arrives that I immediately fall in love with. I know that
doesn’t sound professional for The Doorman to admit, but it was clear that
they are both genuinely good, friendly, and from the astute perspective of The
Doorman it was clear they belong to each other. When he was at the Men’s
Room, I learn that she’s 28, they’re on their 5th or 6th
date, she loves jazz and blues but he doesn’t, he’s a kind and gentle man, he’s
more of a dog person where she is neutral on the dog vs. cat question, and she
has a 9-year-old daughter. I looked into her cute face and said, “If you at all
wonder whether there’s a future with this guy, let me bestow the wisdom of The
Door on you… your daughter can see through any façade, game-playing, or walls
better than Superman’s X-ray vision, so if she likes him and thinks that he’s
genuinely good, my advice is to set the hook and reel him in.” She nodded her
head vigorously and said, “That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking, you’re
right!” I returned to my post and crossed my fingers in the hopes that I am
privileged to be witnessing the beginnings of a beautiful relationship.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
The Doorman’s Diary: 8.10.12
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