Whilst driving to a gig tonight I heard the most alarmingly brilliant piano version of Bobby Timmons' "Moanin'" and thought to myself "That has got to be Eldar," which it turned out it was. I began looking for a convenient cliff to drive off since there is obviously little use for any other pianist on the planet.
However, upon arriving at my gig I was pleased to be introduced to Donny Osborne, who some of you jazz aficianados may know was Mel Torme's drummer for over 25 years. Donny makes Portland his home when he's not touring. Not only was he very nice, he actually stayed for the entire 3 hours of the gig and sat in on a tune and was very complimentary which gave me a little hope.
It also turns out he's best friends with Octavio Bailly, who was Sergio Mendes' bassist for a long time, so he had some nice stories to share about my favorite Brasilian.
Then upon arriving home I had a kind of amazing synchronicity email from a Board member of a theater troupe that I'll be writing a revue for this summer. He had gone to my website and it turns out he went to school with one of Frances Farmer's nephews, and later was the nephew's next door neighbor in NYC for many years, ultimately moving into the nephew's apartment when the nephew moved out.
So, cliff be damned, I say.