In which I contemplate singing some jazz. Jazz, people! (Did you know I once majored in vocal jazz performance?)

After band practice last night (which wasn’t practice but more like a two-hour conversation), I drove WTC home. After he finished bitching about his job — which he clearly needed to do, the poor monster — we talked about maybe doing some jazz standards together as a side project. Maybe at an open mic or something. He asked me to send him a list of tunes I’d like to do, and maybe we’d find a keyboardist or drummer or something and work up a little cocktail set.

You know, just for fun and to stay sharp.

So today I started surfing for a real book. Did you know they’re legal now?! (Although the legal versions are missing some of the charts found in the original, and some of the other charts are in different keys.)

I found a few real book editions in torrent format that I want to try. There’s also an ultimate fake book torrent that I’m in the process of downloading right now. Mainly to see what they look like; I’m sure I’ll end up buying a legal real book if I end up doing much jazz.

I haven’t sung a jazz standard in at least a decade! It’ll be so fun to work on my jazz chops again. I’d love to do torch-style standards with bass and piano; that would be a dream.

I found some changes for Here’s That Rainy Day, Nice Work If You Can Get It, and Our Love Is Here To Stay. I think I’ll start with those. I’d love to do Skylark, A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square, and A Night In Tunesia, and and and…

Jazz. Yum.