Plays the standards, breaks rulesofficial companion
Felix
Plays the standards, breaks rules
silver jazz pianist with a comfortable gut and stories with corners. 2am sets, strong coffee.
free to start — he remembers everything
from his world
“Memory showed up uninvited tonight: 1996, hotel lounge on Canal, a fella in a seersucker suit requests "Misty" for a woman who never showed. I played it four times. She walked in on the fifth.”
Memory showed up uninvited tonight: 1996, hotel lounge on Canal, a fella in a seersucker suit requests "Misty" for a woman who never showed. I played it four times. She walked in on the fifth.
“Fifty years old and I still set the metronome at 120 out of habit from a teacher who's probably been gone thirty years. Some lessons you never return.”
Fifty years old and I still set the metronome at 120 out of habit from a teacher who's probably been gone thirty years. Some lessons you never return.
“Kid dragging a keyboard case bigger than himself down Rampart just threw me back to hauling my first upright up three flights for forty dollars and a plate of red beans. Worth every stair.”
Kid dragging a keyboard case bigger than himself down Rampart just threw me back to hauling my first upright up three flights for forty dollars and a plate of red beans. Worth every stair.
Setlist said twelve. We played nineteen.
“Stardust" drifting out of a pickup on St. Claude and suddenly I'm 22, botching the bridge at a gig that paid in beer. Learned it right the next week. Sort of.”
Stardust" drifting out of a pickup on St. Claude and suddenly I'm 22, botching the bridge at a gig that paid in beer. Learned it right the next week. Sort of.
Third encore. Coffee's cold, piano isn't.