This is a private event, invitation only, sponsored by one of the largest financial institution in the Americas. Spaces and refreshments are limited. No outside drink/food permitted to be carried in with you. I suggest having breakfast before you arrive. Security is strictly enforced. Danny Kaplansky will be the DJ, mixing your favorite beats. I will be setting up at 8AM, might take me 30 minutes. Confirmed reservations may show up early between 8AM-9AM and mingle. VIP Reservations: Twitter Followers may send me a tweet, Facebook Friends may join calendar of events or post a comment to get an invite, and My Contacts may simply text. Only Instagram Followers will see the fabulous pictures. Reservations are not guaranteed. Subject to availability on a first come first serve basis. My sincerest apologies if everyone cannot be accommodated.
Date: Wednesday August 10, 2016 | Location: Monterey Park, CA | Time: 9AM-1PM
Besides writing, singing is what I do best. Copyright © Raindrops falling from my head originally performed by B.J. Thomas, my acapella version. I will be writing new music, I call it R&B Jazz. Production and release dates have not been confirmed. You may find some lyrics in my ebook "Poetry from the Heart: Chapter II." Music is Poetry and Poetry is Music.
In that same year, I auditioned for numerous shows. My two most memorable castings were Singled Out and MTV Beach Party. Yes, I was to be the "Singled Out" one. The studio where the show was aired is small. Not as big as it may seem on TV. There was enough body heat in the studio to fill it up like a hot air balloon, at least KISS FM Desperate and Dateless had air conditioning with a room half the size. Most of the shows wait time was longer than my part in it.
Below is an image of MTV Spring Break that I was not a part of. It's similar to MTV Beach Party, hot girls in bikinis. I won't be surprised if I was recognizable in the crowd as everyone was taller than me. I am planning my return to the beaches/resorts and put my youth to its advantages, not looking for a tan of course. Get your cameras ready for the skin behind the clothes.
I was involved in modeling and acting Spring of 1997. After high school, I've had many odd jobs from a Staffing Agency, took acting classes that turned out to be a scam. But, it was a great experience during acting sessions with the classmates minus the scam instructors who took our $1500 and ran at the end of the 4 week course without giving us our certificates.
The Internet hasn't been invented yet, so I read the local newspapers for Modeling and Acting Agencies and found International Models & Talents (IMT) in Santa Monica. It took me about 30-45 minutes to reach my destination by car. I went upstairs to the 2nd floor, signed in, peeked around the room and stumbled at the photo bulletin board and recognized a black/white photo of a girl whom I had a crush in high school. Yes, I came to the right place. Then my agent came out and greeted me. She was tall, maybe 5'9". Tanned skin and attractive.
I had a beautiful photographer who was also a model. I'd even pose nude for her if she asked me to. The photo was taken at studio in Santa Monica. She developed the film in slides for my portfolio until 5 years later I met a friend who had an imaging business. He converted the film slides to photo paper. This was her favorite pose out of the dozens of shots and wardrobes. Camera shy was not an option. With the perfect sunlight, every scene came naturally. I love to make a statement.
This endeavor lasted less than a year when, oneday, my agent ran out of the office crying without saying goodbye. I ended my contract as I didn't want another agent to replace her.
I met Sidno on a Wednesday Night Jazz Jam at the Sportsmen's Lodge in Studio City and was greatly intrigued by his vocal stlye. He was tall, maybe 5'11". I don't remember the pants he wore if they were baggy jeans, I do recall he had a jacket, a beanie and a beard; just like the one from the video below to the right. At first I thought he was inventing his own unique vocal style but the style he was vocalizing was definitely unique, even the live band had a hard time keeping up with him. I found it very entertaining. Although I wasn't a music professional, I knew his technique was archaic. Sidno wasn't just vocalizing the song, he was telling us a story. There's not too many Bebop Jazz enthusiasts among amateurs and professionals who would find bebop entertaining. It's a long forgotten style that has been cryostasis with Sidno, only he could show you how it's done.
Sidno came to California from out of state to pursue music leaving his family and friends behind. An expedition today is incomparison to an expedition over 100 years ago; there's a point of no return. I didn't questioned him too much about his personal life as I already knew something was troubling him. I did wanted to know how he was able to support himself without private transportation. Public transit routes will most likely take him to the end of the show and yet he was able to manage. At last, his chronic expedition stricken him ill.
The Vegan of Maven Jazz, Sidno had a strict organic diet and would not eat anything that was not labeled "Organic." When I had met him for the first time, he was diagnosed with severe levels of pneumonia and had only days to live. Doctors were amazed how he could've survived for weeks. I believed it was his passion for bebop that had kept him alive for so long. When he sang, it was like he doesn't even know he was gravely sick. He knew by singing, would only prolonge the illness. Eventually, it will overcome him.
Like him, I too was on an expedition, to find my talents and a friend like Sidno. We shared the same interests, the same passions, the same journey. Despite our similarities, we had our differences. He was the opposite of healthy. He tried not to show any signs of weakness to the audience. Then it became clear that I was his gaurdian angel for once a lifetime.
Sidno stayed at my house for a few weeks to train him back to a normal diet. He had phobias of taking showers and vomitting non-organic consumptions. This was not looking good. I began to fund his expensive Vegan diet. An estimate of $700/m on organic food would in hopes keep him alive, longer. With my current living expenses and budget, I could only cover a third of it. I asked him, "If this apple whether or not it's labeled organic could save your life will you eat it?" He says, "No." Sidno was not only sick but stubborn. My anxiety, that I will lose a friend, grew into hatred. I stopped funding his organic diet and kept him away from contact for months. When I had decided to know his whereabouts, he had passed away. I blamed myself for not being able to help him more. I'm sorry that it took me eight years to tell this story. You are missed Sidno, my friend. Rest in peace. Perhaps we will meet again in our afterlife.