I met up with some friends last night and we went to a jazz club. I had a great time with my friends (there were about 8 of us) but I didn’t particularly like the group that performed. The vocalist sang in English (sort of) and tried to use every single aspect/tool of jazz singing in every single song…i.e. every slide, swing and scat that Ella Fitzgerald ever did, this woman tried to do in every song. She also made trumpet noises with her lips two or three times while pretending to be muting a bell of a trumpet (then going wah wah wah) while doing a call and answer with the sax player. One of my friends (from France) asked me how her English was when they took a break, and as I was saying “Her English isn’t clear. It’s very difficult to understand her” she walked past me smiling.
At one point, there was a pretty Russian girl standing between Valentin and I. He said a couple things to her, and then decided to go get a beer. As he left, he thought he would make a move. Well…in Russian the verb for “to drink” and the verb for “to sing” are only one letter different, and Valentin has only been studying Russian for less than a year. So…he ended up motioning towards the bar/empty stage and asking her if she was interested in a sing. She looked very surprised and said no. As he walked away, she looked at me laughing and asked what he was talking about. I told her he wanted to DRINK with her, not sing. When he came back, I went to another spot in the club and didn’t see what happened between them, but I know when we left he decided to stay behind with her.
This morning I showed Valentin the video of mom singing. He told me she has a very beautiful throat (again, he hasn’t been studying Russian very long). I thanked him and told him it runs in the family.
I’m meeting with Olga tomorrow morning to see the apartment and figure out what I’m going to do…
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