{"id":1036,"date":"2007-08-01T13:54:54","date_gmt":"2007-08-01T20:54:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=1036"},"modified":"2007-08-01T13:54:54","modified_gmt":"2007-08-01T20:54:54","slug":"when_carol_met_oscar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2007\/08\/when_carol_met_oscar\/","title":{"rendered":"When Carol Met Oscar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Carol Sloane&#8217;s blog piece about her short career in music academia recently inspired a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/archives\/2007\/07\/ooh_shooby_doob.html\"target=\"_blank\"><em>Rifftides <\/em>item <\/a>about singers who misfire. Sloane&#8217;s followup story recounts the time early in her career when she shared a bill with Oscar Peterson and impressed him, in a way.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I was singing at THE Village Vanguard; I was opening for one of the world&#8217;s greatest JAZZ pianists. Was I not therefore A JAZZ SINGER??? And what do jazz singers do? They improvise! To hell with a boring, simple melody. It needed some embellishment, some &#8220;jazzing up&#8221;. And so I commenced to work around, above and below the line <em>every time I sang it<\/em>. After one or two of these seriously flawed attempts to improve on Mr. Weill&#8217;s melody, Oscar took notice.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d say: &#8220;Carol. Sing &#8220;My Ship&#8221;, and of course I was flattered that my rendition so impressed the Great Man. He&#8217;d sit in the shadows on the banquette just to my left. Each night I sang with my usual abandon, and each night I&#8217;d eagerly look toward him, expecting acknowledgement for my inventiveness. Instead, his was a dead-pan expression, PopEye-like biceps firmly fixed across his expansive upper torso. Buddha displeased.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>To get the whole story, <a href=\"http:\/\/sloaneview.blogspot.com\/search\/label\/The%20Night%20I%20Received%20The%20Oscar\"target=\"_blank\">go here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Carol Sloane&#8217;s blog piece about her short career in music academia recently inspired a Rifftides item about singers who misfire. Sloane&#8217;s followup story recounts the time early in her career when she shared a bill with Oscar Peterson and impressed him, in a way. I was singing at THE Village Vanguard; I was opening for [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1036","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1036","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1036"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1036\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1036"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1036"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1036"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}