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One cold, dreary, slush-slopped night in Chicago, Juliet found herself deep in one of her seasonal depressions, this one intensified by a recent romance-gone-wrong. Fixating on the word "Torch" for inspiration, she bravely strategised to cheer herself up by learning the saddest songs known to mankind. Our heart-shattered chanteuse soon found a veritable plethora of melancholia in the genre of jazz. In particular, the ballads. Learning these He/She-done-me-wrong-but gosh-I-love him/her-anyhow- songs proved to be somehow cathartic...At Juliet's first ever public appearance at a local bar, she was further encouraged by the audience members' tears, which she interpreted as profound empathy and proof of her abilities as a performer. (In retrospect, she believes these expressions of sadness may have merely been vague confusion and/or extreme disappointment in finding a "torch singer" instead of the formerly regularly scheduled Motley Crue cover band they had come to see...This may also explain the odd head-banging movement that seemed to sway the audience during Juliet's rendition of "Cry Me a River".) In time, this torch singer did recover from her own broken heart, and moved on from the saddest ballads in jazz, to the not-so-sad/sometimes-sexy bossa novas and then to some downright perky swing songs! Was this self-proclaimed "torch singer" becoming giddy with the devil-may-care joi de vie (sp?) of jolly jazz-folk like Louis Prima/Armstrong? Or was she simply becoming a kind of "happy alcky" after discovering the pleasures of expensive vodka martinis, which came so readily to her now...offered pell-mell, by men with sullen grey faces with distingue traces - oh, sorry. that's part of the song, "Lush Life"! And every one of these carnivorous casanovas, hoping to lure the lady from her one true mistress, her Music. Though Chicago had abused Juliet's heart like an Irishman abuses his liver on St. Patrick's Day, she knew she was also loved there. She was also cold there. One typically bone-chilling winter day, a once-spurned lover whimsically offered to whisk her away to the land of California, for some obscenely unseasonable sunshine and the opportunity to woo her anew. Once basking in this beach-bunnied beauty, Juliet felt her cares melt away like so many unwelcome snowflakes on a 60º May Day in her hometown... our chanteuse was not long for Chicago. Inspired by some encouraging words from an eccentric "manager" she'd met in San Francisco (who claimed to have handled both Billy Bragg and the Go-Go's at one point and NOW heads up an organization called I.F.U.C.), she packed her bags and moved there to record an album of original jazz with a touch of Euro-flare (yes, that means accordion). Her "manager" provided as producer of the project, a man who had escaped Cuba and was formerly Fidel Castro's soundman. No lie. Unfortunately, Cuba being a backwards, third world country and all, he sadly sucked as a producer. Juliet did manage to get some decent rough mixes and re-mastered these herself later. Through more high adventure, dark intrigue and sundry hijinks, Juliet finally moved to Hollywood and sought out some musicians there mad enough to play with her...and through this crazy new networking world known as "MySpace", a management company called "Shock-a-Monkey" found Juliet. They're based in Glasgow, Scotland and apparently wear kilts on "Casual Fridays"! They are now representing Juliet and her Euro-version of the "Torch Ensemble" this spring for their "Tour de Decadence" starting in Amsterdam. Alas, it's getting late. If you want to hear the rest of the story, I think I'm going to have to blog that action, Kids! Hope you enjoy the music! Watch for "The Lord's Lover" this Fall in NYC!
xoxo,
The PopessJuliet..
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