Hi ya. No, I'm not in Brazil ...
Last night, I was walking the dark streets of Berlin (contemplating saving the world). I heard a voice crooning from over-somewhere in portugese. I turned, and stuck my mug into the tiny club. It was Geraldo Lucio, friend and musical companion from Brazil, singing with that amazing voice of his!
Haven't seen him in 2 years, as I've been toodle-toddling around the globe, recording. So, of course, I had to stick around and check out the vibe. Suddenly, a delicious Berliner beer appeared in my hand, and the race was on! As he zipped through his repertoire, I relaxed and sat back, eyeing the vibe. Hmmm - seedy club - are these guys Egyptians? Arabians? Turks? (What do these words mean, anyway?) Well, they're not Brazilians ... How did Geraldo find this place? Maybe he stumbled in, just like me. Mr. Lucio (brasilian for "Lucifer") was alternating nicely between acoustic guitar and saxophone. (Later, the club owner came up to me and said that my sax solo was fantastic - man, that guy was wasted.) There was a piano player accompanying him, quite nice. I just sat there, with no particular intentions, and when geraldo went to dance with a lady at the bar (as the piano took a solo) well, you know how it is, I found myself grabbing the microphone and singing a scat solo. He looked over, and grinned. As you may guess, one song turned into 4 songs, and then I just stuck around, and alternated with Mr. Lucio. One time he told me that he was listening to the infamous "Orange CD" from Calico Soul ("Mona Lisa," etc.) whilst fucking a hot young german girl, who apparently "dug the horns!" But that's TOP SECRET!
I know my music's sexy ...
The night ended in fine form as three party-people from Spain invited me to the next bar for a few drinks. The guy with the clever grin 'n' hip glasses (and the money, too) kept nodding his head to everything I sang back there. They were great, and in a serious party mood. They were into it. It was a nice compliment to an otherwise dreary night. But I had a bit of the blues anyway, so it was OK. Sang them blues, I did. This saving-the-world shit is hard work! I asked him (in garbled spanish) which song he liked the best. He said, "Sommertime." I threw those blue notes all around in that bitch ... made her hum. At the next bar I ordered a white russian. The barkeeper was French, quite French in fact, and looked up at me and said in english: "Just like the Dude!" Yes, I said. I always like hip underground movie references. Drank it down, and escaped back into the Berlin night. Everything's all right ...
Thanks, guys! See you in Spain! (or Brasil ...) -Todd
Posted by calico at July 29, 2005 10:42 AM