Tokyo Calls

This is exciting: Back in November I was contacted by a booking agency in Australia searching for a latin jazz singer for a three-month gig at a top venue in Tokyo. We discussed everything for a week or two and then there was silence. Today I've been asked if I can take an all-expenses paid trip to Japan later this month for an audition. I told them I could but I was also honest about being between five and six months pregnant--I figure showing up there obviously in the family way might be a bit of a cruel surprise. I'd also have to have a nanny there so that I could bring the baby. It has pros and cons, the pros being the possibility of making good contacts in the Japanese music business, where they love jazz, and selling lots of records (according to Wayne, who thinks they would eat mine up). The cons are obviously the timing and the time away from my son and husband (unless I brought them too). But Emilio has encouraged me from the start to do this (wants to get rid of me?). Whatever happens, I might as well keep my options open.

Funny, now "Domo arigato, Mr. Robato, domo (domo) ... domo (domo)" is running through my head. I remember when my brothers got that Styx tape back in the 80s, we all thought it was the coolest thing ever, especially coupled with the mind-blowing fidelity of our first Walkman.