So I just finished up a pretty crazy week. Monday and Tuesday at Howl, Wednesday at Red Fox, Thursday and happy hour Friday at Howl, late Friday at Red Fox, Saturday a wedding in Isleworth and then Sunday back at Howl. I should be sleeping, but I’m still awake.
I was playing at Red Fox on Friday and it was getting late. Both Red Fox Lounge nights I played this week felt weird. I wasn’t enjoying them and I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t until late on Friday that I figured it out: I wasn’t being the Red Fox Johnny Diggz, I was being the Howl at the Moon Johnny Diggz.
I took a break before my last set. The room had filled and emptied a couple times already, but there were a few die-hard fans there, most notably Cyril and a few friends he had brought. He and I were chatting about Richard Cheese and the like and he mentioned wanting to come to Howl at the Moon to see me play there and I immediately found myself almost apologizing (or giving excuses) about how he’s not going to see the Johnny Diggz he’s used seeing.
It’s just a different show. Howl is dueling pianos, Red Fox is solo lounge. After explaining the subtle (and not-so-subtle) differences to Cyril, it dawned on me that I had been playing the room like Howl at the Moon for all of Wednesday night, and most of the Friday night. As I sat down to play my last set, a group of youngins came in…they were probably 21-25ish.
I immediately said something about Mark and Lorna not being there (they usually play there), one of them responded, “We’re here to see Johnny Diggz!”
So I gave ‘em some good ole fashion Red Fox Lounge Johnny Diggz. I played a polka “Santeria”. I played a soulful “Under the Bridge”, and an ever-so-intense “Careless Whisper”. I played the “Choppin Broccoli/Making Love out of Nothing at All/Crocodile Rock” Medley. I even played a never-before-attempted “Stray Cat Strut/Maneater/When Doves Cry” medley (which probably wont ever be attempted again).
I slowed down, took a deep breath, and started playing the songs the way I hear them…and for one hour I got to do my own show, my way. And it felt great.
Thanks to Cyril and the 12 or so others that helped me find it late Friday at the Red Fox Lounge. I really needed that.