So this sax player I know called a few weeks ago and told me about a gig coming up at a nice jazz club in the Valley called La Ve Lee. It was his funk band and he rattled off the names of all these great players (including a Tower of Power trumpeter). Heavy cats as they say. “We also got a singer,” he says, “named Zoe”. Zoe? That one’s new to me. What’s her last name? “No last name” he says, “just Zoe.”She’s just starting out. She’s been doing a lot of acting.” She’s an actress? “Well, sort of. You’re not supposed to know this, but she’s been in porno for a long time, but under a different name.” Oh. She’s a porn star jazz vocalist? I was actually kinda impressed, since no one just becomes a jazz singer, the way no one just becomes an opera singer. It takes years of practice. The porn by day, jazz by night (or other way around) lifestyle must have been hectic. And she’s just called Zoe? “Yeah. That’s her new singing name. She wants to move on from the acting and be a jazz singer.” Oh. Well she must be pretty good to be in your band. “Um…well, this is her first gig. She’s really excited about it, the new career move and all. Just come on down and check us out.”
Well, I missed the gig. So he sent me a clip. I gotta admit she’s hip. In fact she’s all hip. Funny he didn’t include her singing.