I was asked to sing at an elderly birthday celebration recently. It was a balmy afternoon at a trendy cafe by the river. There was plenty of activity on the water and a zephyr of a breeze to accompany us through dusk and into the evening... I carried out my final sound checks.
My new speakers were superb, the acoustics were brilliant and as the guests began arriving I opened with a classic Sinatra followed by a Nat King Cole favourite. It was a good start to a promising evening. I received a few assenting nods indicating I was on the right track. I settled into my song list quietly confident of another successful gig.
Unfortunately, it went down hill from there. As the night progressed I searched for a toe tap, a knee slap; even a slight sway to whatever tune i was singing. Alas, there was nothing. In my efforts to attract a response to my well honed act I launched the guaranteed finger tapper while deftly increasing the volume. Still nothing.
It was then I was politely asked to 'turn it down a little' by the cafe proprietor employing one of those apologetic faces. It seemed I was I interrupting the conversation!
The rest of the evening continued in this vein until the death blow when the birthday girl suggested I leave early as the guests were heading home. Ouch!!
And so it goes... perhaps they weren't assenting nods after all.
Onward and upwards!
My new speakers were superb, the acoustics were brilliant and as the guests began arriving I opened with a classic Sinatra followed by a Nat King Cole favourite. It was a good start to a promising evening. I received a few assenting nods indicating I was on the right track. I settled into my song list quietly confident of another successful gig.
Unfortunately, it went down hill from there. As the night progressed I searched for a toe tap, a knee slap; even a slight sway to whatever tune i was singing. Alas, there was nothing. In my efforts to attract a response to my well honed act I launched the guaranteed finger tapper while deftly increasing the volume. Still nothing.
It was then I was politely asked to 'turn it down a little' by the cafe proprietor employing one of those apologetic faces. It seemed I was I interrupting the conversation!
The rest of the evening continued in this vein until the death blow when the birthday girl suggested I leave early as the guests were heading home. Ouch!!
And so it goes... perhaps they weren't assenting nods after all.
Onward and upwards!