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#121955 - 11/06/00 10:37 PM
Tell a Story about a Special Customer or "Fan"
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Junior Member
Registered: 10/12/00
Posts: 30
Loc: Surprise AZ USA
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Is there some customer at the club where you play or some "fan" who has followed your act or someone at a party you played who left a memory etched in you mind? Maybe that person made you laugh or shocked you or inspired you or released the Mr. Hyde in you!
Use this thread to post stories about the people who "put a face" on the crowd. ========================
In 1989, I met a man named Nat Marx in the club where I worked. Turned out he is the first cousin-once-removed (meaning his dad was first cousin) to the Marx Brothers. We became great and loving friends. He celebrated his 94th birthday at my club last Saturday night. Lots of club attendees know Nat and his wife of 72 years, Natalie, and joined me in the tribute to him for all the joy and laughter he's brought into the place for the last ten years.
When the night ended, Nat and Natalie were the last customers to leave the place. As we hugged and kissed each other, he said to my wife (who manages the place) and me, "Well, we're closing the joint again! Natalie and I used to close the joint where Paul Whiteman's Orchestra played in New York, and the place where Benny Goodman played. Now we're closing Jim Henry's!" I was speechless. Here was this happy, witty, slightly drunk 94-year-old man who, with his wife, had reveled in the bygone days from which we only play "oldtime music"! He's the closest thing to a walking, breathing time capsule I've ever known.
When I grow old (maybe next week) I want to be like Nat Mark--I want the focus of my life to be outside myself; to simply immerse myself in the pleasures and people who surround me at every moment, just as he does.
That's my story. Would you add one?
Jim Henry
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#121959 - 11/07/00 04:39 PM
Re: Tell a Story about a Special Customer or "Fan"
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Registered: 11/17/99
Posts: 1150
Loc: netherlands
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Oeps Tom, I would have felt horrible.. anyway those were the days; I still can remember a few of them, it must have been around 1970; That time I was a guitarist in a blues/rock groupe and we had some gigs on saterdaynight and sundayafternoon in the area of Groningen, which is 2,5 hours driving. During the first part on saterdaynight I blew my Fender Showman amp to heaven. During the second part I blew my reserve London City amp to heaven. Miraculously there was a friend of our client who had a selfbuilt 200 watt amp at home, which was close, So I could borrow that one for the rest of the night and for sundayafternoon, as it was in the area. This selfbuilt amp was a miracle! It did a better job overall as my own gear. (he did not want to sell it ) Another one around 1972 (we were more in hardrock already); We had a gig in a very old building on the first floor.( I still hate stairs bringing up ton's of gear.) Anyway we were all a bit pissed off due to the stairs as nobody told us upfront, so when all the gear was setup, in the afternoon (we had to gig at night) we did a sound cheque pushing the volume a bit...heheheh....Within minutes the owner came in running, that there were some windows braking downstairs.... I stop here...now I think of it I can go on a long time.... Fred
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#121961 - 11/08/00 10:45 PM
Re: Tell a Story about a Special Customer or "Fan"
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Junior Member
Registered: 10/12/00
Posts: 30
Loc: Surprise AZ USA
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These stories are so entertaining to read! ======== A year ago, a table of six--it looked like the grandparents, the kid & kid-in-law, and a couple grandchildren--came into my supperclub. The youngest child was a girl about four years old. Generally, I don't relish little kids in the club because I have to edit my ad libs and work the house differently.
Within a few minutes of their arrival, the little girl turned in her chair and began watching me. And watching me. And watching me. After first thinking that she was merely curious or intrigued by the different lights and colors onstage, I passed her off as being just another non-bothersome kid. But, after three hours of her glued attention to everything I did from playing dinner music to getting offstage and onto the dancefloor for my "signature" medley from Phantom, complete with cape, mask, and candelabra, I realized that this young child was every entertainer's ideal audience. She clapped and laughed and tapped her toes and absolutely poured her own energy into the room, which, as all entertainers know, is what actually makes the magic possible.
At the end of the evening, I visited their table and asked permission to take a picture with this "other half of the equation." She quietly agreed. As I hunkered down for the snapshot, her Mom and Dad told me that she's always been completely enthralled by live entertainment. I felt lucky that she had approved of my work.
That picture helps me forget the dozens of dead-minded people who suck energy out of a room. I will always remember that little girl. I wonder if she'll remember me when she older. I'm just vain enough to hope so.
[This message has been edited by Jim Henry (edited 11-08-2000).]
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