That'll Leave a Mark

Last night after Seaon Stylist's salsa tribute to Michael Jackson at the Cowell Theater, in which I sang backup with the band led by Rebeca Mauleon (more about that later), I headed over to Cafe Cocomo for the after party. It was packed to the gills. I had some nice dances with excellent partners, and then snuck into the green room to say hi to the band, Mazacote. One of the players said, "Hey, I remember you -- you gave me some ear plugs one time, right?" "Uh, yeah, that's true!" I replied. See how memorable I am?

This morning as I lay in bed trying unsuccessfully to sleep in I started riffing on that comment in my head. Having gigged around I've made quite an artistic impression on many bands. Here are assorted compliments:

"Hey, I remember you -- you gave me a paperclip!"

"Hey girl! You're the one who had some Advil when I needed it."

"That show we did together was great. You really have a pleasant disposition."

"You know what I like about you is you always have scotch tape in your bag."

"Oh I remember you, you really sweat a lot on stage don't you?!"

"Alexa, Alexa... let's see, when did we work together -- oh now I remember, we arm wrestled at the gig! Yeah! My arm hurt for weeks after that."

Yep. As a singer I have made an indelible mark -- with a permanent pen? -- on the music scene.

You're welcome, Bay Area.