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Let the Mister Lucky Swing Band take you back to a different place and time...
"My Mother had warned me not to go out on nights like that, and I probably should have listened. In all fairness, though, it had gotten pretty hard to take Mom seriously since she had taken to cavorting with Legionnaires and frequenting the all-night strip bingo parlors the ex-Catholics had opened down on Canal Street. But that's another story. "It was raining cats and dogs when I arrived at the Blue Flamingo, and the ASPCA was foaming at the mouth. The Blue Flamingo was a casino in its prime, boasting an elegant ballroom located high atop the ground floor of the swankiest hotel in all of the upper lower east side. The bouncer had seen better days, and the better days left before he could make their acquaintance. He offered to take my coat, but I declined as I was packing heat and carrying a gun. I made some offhand remark about not wearing anything underneath, and he waved me through. "Once inside, a cigarette girl named Helena Something-or-Other offered me a garter belt or a pack of Viceroys. I passed. That stuff'll kill ya, and I got enough exes working on that already. I took Helena's number. Ya can't have too many numbers, and what's one more ex? "The Blue Flamingo was proud to present (or so the announcer claimed) the song stylings of the Mr. Lucky Swing Orchestra. A menu on the table described the unusual suspects... JERRY BECKER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VOCALS A man with a microphone. JAY KUMMER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . GUITAR The Rhythm Enforcer (packin' a six string, and he's not afraid to use it). JOHN TAMBURELLO. . . . . . . . . . . . GUITAR The Jazz Man's testifyin' and State's evidence has never sounded so good. Mr. Smoothie on a lead box with strings. TIM DONDLINGER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . BASS They called him "The Preacher," but the only thing pious about him was his upright bass. The trench coat covered a multitude of sins. STEPHANIE VIRCHOW. . . . . . . PIANO/VOCALS She tickled my ivories like an over-achieving masseuse on a mission. Some prounounced it "Virtue," and so did she. I reserved comment. JENO SOMLAI. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . DRUMS "Sly" Somlai took two sticks and made percussive fire. BOBBY CORNO. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TRUMPET When Gabriel blows at midnight, he'll drop by Bobby's first for a lesson. The silent man of mystery living under a pflugelnym in the Trumpet Protection Program. TROY LEISEMANN . . . . . . . . . . . ALTO SAX This Troy's Helen is an alto, swinging the sultry siren's saxy song. NATE LINKON. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TENOR SAX Wailin' on a tenor with a sound so honest the library walked five miles to return an overdue book to him. LEAH DUCKERT . . . . . . . . . . . . . BARI SAX This modern Mata Hari tamed a beast that was half sax - half Mack Truck. CHRISTINE LYRENMANN. . . . . . . TROMBONE In her hands, the trombone sang like 20 feet of brass plumbing with a mouthpiece attached, and the mouthpiece really enjoyed its work." Back to Wedding & Corporate Bands |
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