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"My Wife The Prodigy"
Misty has a photographic memory for music.
She can play any piece she hears once,
even if it's just background Muzak in a store,
but she does not read music.
She has never sung a single note off key.
Her first (underage) jobs were with pickup combos
around Tonawanda, New York.
They played standards, dance music, and a little country.
As a piano single, she played and sang mostly standards,
Broadway, and popular songs.
When I met her
she was playing with a country band in West Hollywood, Florida
One night, when we had only been together a short time,
we went to a club to hear an all-female jazz quintet.
Somebody asked her to sit in on piano, and she accepted.
I was embarrassed.
I said, "Honey, you don't play jazz!!!"
She just said, "I can do it."
As she went onstage, I went to the rest room.
I didn't want to see it.
Then I heard this great jazz piano,
a mix of Oscar Petersen, Erroll Garner, and Ramsey Lewis!
I went out and looked and it was Misty.
She brought down the house.
I said, "Where the hell did you learn that?"
She just calmly said,
"I told you I could do it"
She can play all kinds of music,
and her ear for sound is a valuable tool I use when mixing sessions.
I can write the songs,
and we work out the arrangements together,
but she has the final word on the mixdowns.
When I write a new song
I sing it to her first.
She never says it's bad.
If she says, "That's really nice",
I know it isn't.
I have go back and work on the song
until she gives the right reaction.
It's sort of an excitement in her eyes...
sometimes even tears.
She's always right.
My final editor.
Everybody remarks about her unusual harmony
when we sing duets.
I have no idea what she's doing,
and I don't want to know.
It just works.
Copyright © March 6, 2003 Jack Blanchard. All rights reserved.