Music has been part of my life ever since I can remember. It began with me begging my father to sing “A casa” by famous bossa nova composer Vinícius de Moraes over and over again. Those tunes would stick with me and trigger what later became a real appreciation for music. In this video I open up about the impact of music in my childhood, and how this passion evolved into a talent and my dreams.
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As announced here a week ago, Sunday night I performed for the first time at Davenports Piano Bar. It’s hard to describe the whole experience and I’m still processing it in my head. Although it’s always been a dream of mine, I never knew how great it’d feel to stand up there behind that mic and just sing my feelings away.
The sensation of belonging right there, on that stage in one way or another is the realization of a dream.
Incessantly biting off my nails, rushing to the bathroom to wipe of my tears (yes, I cried before the show and the mascara was not water proof), mispronouncing a word here and there, tripping on the microphone cord, forgetting the lyrics, cracking my voice: all of those fears faded away as soon as I stepped on stage to made a proud discovery. I can actually do this.
Keeping within the Summer theme for the show and inspired by Eva Cassidy’s and Norah Jones’s interpretations of this great classic, I performed “Summertime” accompanied by the talented Claire Bigley on the piano.“Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer (which was a number one summer hit in 1979) followed, and I also shared the stage with Cara Dawn (she sings “Time after Time” like no other here), who I not only admire so much as a musician but who’s become a true inspiration to me and a great friend. Together we sang “The boy is Mine”, a 1998 number one summer hit.
I must thank Gillian Kelly our musical director for putting together such a fun show. Claire Bigley for giving us the beautiful accompaniment, the other vocalists for being so patient with the newbie, my friends and family that came to the show, my family in Brazil who are always so supportive, and especially my husband, who’s played audience and heard me practice the songs enough times to never wanna hear them again.
I write this post in honor of my grandpa who passed away a few days ago. He was my very first “audience” when I was a little girl I’d wrap a scarf around my head, grab the hair brush (you know, the mic) and perform as he kindly applauded.