King Leo and the Vector King?

For the last couple of Saturdays, Sharon & I have gone to the coffee shop down the street to watch this jazz pianist, "King Leo." He is one of those musicians that can't read music, but uses popular music songbooks that have chords literally written above the notation; then he just improvises and fills in the measures how he feels-only very loosely following the original arrangement. He's quite amazing at what he does-very fast, very free, and with an incredible autonomy between his two hands.

Hardly anyone's there to see him-he plays from 4-6 as a "talent show," where neighborhood kids get up and sing along. Then, from 6-8 he plays more of a set. A lot of old-school r&b and Mowtown songs-stuff I really like. We also found out just this last weekend that (unles he's lying) he is one of the original members of the Ohio Players. Whoa! And here he is now, playing for 5-7 people on a Saturday night in a coffee shop.

Anyway, the guy's around 60 years old, recently (about 3 weeks ago) relocated to the Twin Cities, and now he wants to make a go of it in the music business once again. But he doesn't have a clue what he needs to do. And if he has any interest in making it in music, he started a conversation that night with exactly the wrong person. When he found out I was a musician and had played there a couple of times, he started asking me questions. I did tell him to check out clubs in the City Pages, and that a good place to start (especially with his talent and style) would be the Freight House-a place downtown with a semblance of a regular audience.

Then the funny thing happened. The previous week, just to see how good he was, I had asked him if he could play Bill Withers' "Use Me" (one of my favorite songs). It took him only about eight seconds of experimenting around before he had it-then he started trying to get me to sing. I simply didn't know the words, so I declined. But this last Saturday, he kept asking me again to get up there to sing. He was playing "Son of a Preacher Man." I was finally like, "What the hell?" and I went up to try. Unfortunately, I quickly realized that I only knew how the chorus went, so that first attempt went awry. Then he started playing "Unchained Melody," and asked me if I could do that. I felt a little foolish, but launched into it. Apparently, this was his way of staging a tryout. From that point on, he was trying to convince me to join up with him, saying that he can play and play, but what he really needs is a guy that can sing along with him. He said, "a lot of white guys don't sing like that-you've got a lot of soul." Kind of funny-to extract that from my little nervous experiment. The guy is funky and old school, but he might also be completely and certifiably insane.

Still-I must confess being tempted. I've always had this keen, keen desire to sing r&b songs, but the chords are always f*d-up 7ths, 9ths, and diminishes. Crazy stuff that would require bending my guitar fingers in places they can't go. Better for keyboards. But this is also a perfect opportunity for me to fight against one of my greatest weaknesses, which is to have 20 ongoing creative projects, only one or two of which I have time for in actuality. He thinks we'd only need to get together a couple of times to practice, but I think I'm just going to have to say no.