Well, I couldn’t find a ride from Kansas City clear to Chicago and I got to thinking that I might get stranded if I tried to make it all that way. So I looked for a job around town. No white people thought a white girl should be wandering off all by herself and they only wanted to hire men. So I wound up looking on the other side of the tracks. It was then that I realized Kansas City’s potential. There were clubs everywhere with musicians advertised to be there that night. So I went into one of the cleaner looking joints and bought myself a Coca-Cola with some of my money so that they would let me stick around for a few hours until the band showed up. I enjoyed myself immensely that night. I can’t remember the name of the band that night, but they changed my life. It was so inspiring, hearing all this new jazz that they didn’t play on the radio. I hadn’t taken lessons for jazz music, but I wanted to be around it. So the next day I tried applying for any job I could find in one of those clubs. The next day I was hired as a waiter and dishwasher during the day and a bartender for the night. I didn’t make very much an hour, but I had a free ticket that way to listen to the music every night. I saw all sorts of bands come in there. I became good friends with a few, but I just saw them every once in a while. It got pretty lonely sometimes; I was holed up in a motel for a while before anybody had a place for me to stay permanently. I finally sent word back home to my mama one day. Too scared to tell her I was working in a black community ‘cause my folks would probably track me down and bring me home to a “civilized” community, I lied about where I was. I told them that I was working for a lawyer man up North and that was it.
One of the newsboys on the corner told me Duke Ellington was back from his first European tour and was going to be in a show right there on Vine. I didn’t know him, but he sounded like a big deal. I had to work that next weekend, but I slipped out for a few minutes to go see who he was. After all the music I had been around, he just had me in awe. The club owner told me I had to buy something if I wanted to stay around, so I went back home, but a gentleman at the back tipped me that the boys usually went to jam a few blocks away after the show. So I went back to work, but when the show closed down and it was time for me to go home, I walked myself right on over to where that Duke Ellington was supposed to be. I had been to a few jam sessions before and had finally started picking up, but I wasn’t anywhere close to runnin’ with the big names. So I sat there and watched all the different men playing their instruments and listening to some gal sing a chorus. That’s when I got the idea I could start singing and making more money in the music industry before I was good enough to play. Duke Ellington was my hero; I was determined to play like him on the piano someday. I became what you would call a groupie now. Anytime they were around I made sure to make the show. I started missing work because of my favorite bands and my boss cut my hours and gave me a warning to show up to work or I wouldn’t have a job anymore. But I had started singing every now and then around the local jam sessions and got to play the piano at a club every now and then during the day. Pretty soon I was fired, so I decided I better find a different job.
The Swingin’ Several didn’t pay much, but their singer left them so I auditioned for that part at a jam session and they told me to meet them Thursday and practice with them so I could learn their songs. So I had almost a week unemployed but when I got to practicing with the boys, it felt like I was finally in the right place. The “show” they told me we had the next night was actually a recording session. So we recorded live in an auditorium and actually had our first show together the next weekend. Our show was the most fun I had ever had, being able to perform with real musicians that were so creative. We could do all the popular songs since I was singing, but they did ones without singing, too. The trumpet player could read music a little but the rest of them improvised all the time. It was fun because they would throw new twists in the songs all the time, and I had to pay attention. They knew I played piano, too, so they’d let me sit in on a song every now and then, but when it came time for a piano solo I was supposed to switch. They let me fill in on a solo one time when the piano player was too drunk and he didn’t like that at all. He didn’t want me stealin’ away his spotlight. So I was limited, but I took every chance I got to learn to play like the pros.
The clarinetist, Joe, and I would practice at his parents’ house where there was a piano every chance we got here in Kansas City ‘cause he took pity on me and wanted me to still be able to play. Sometimes his mama would join us singing if it was during the day; she had such a sweet voice and I remember thinking just how nice they were. After sneaking off at the end of the shows with him all the time, the band got to pokin’ fun about maybe we were going together. Joe decided maybe that wasn’t a bad idea one day and I was sure glad. We got engaged quickly and I sent for my mama and papa. It had been forever since I had talked to them, but I sent them a record and a letter to explain my situation, and a little bit of money to make it here. They arrived in Kansas City not very long after they got the letter. They told me they had been scared to death and prayed ‘bout me every night. Well, we got married, and the rest is history. It was a small wedding with just our parents and close friends.
After becoming a wife, that didn’t change my job at all until we had our two children. I went on a couple regional tours with the band before I was done singing. Then I stayed home with the kids and Joe kept touring. Our band broke up a few years later, and Joe found a few jobs here and there, but it was sparse for a short while. I don’t know how we made it back then, but we did. Now he’s with a new band, but a couple of our members joined it, too. They let me sing still every now and then while they’re in town.
But that’s my life up to this point. I was part of a big deal for a while but now we’re a happy family in a house that’s just big enough for the four of us. The kids and I visit Joe’s papa all the time. Their poor grandma died last year of a heart attack. But they say that’s how Bird went. It must be a popular thing to do. My folks make it this way sometimes, but we usually drive to Topeka for Christmas and I get to see my sisters that way. Joe’s been good to me. He’s one of the few musicians that doesn’t have a drug problem these days. That allows us to save money back. Next week he should be back in town and done touring for a while because they’ve got a solid gig downtown for the whole summer. We bought a piano and I've been giving my daughter, Maybelle, lessons; we spend time reading music, and we spend a lot of time swingin' on that old piano. Bobby's been interested in the sax for a while at school and someday soon when he's old enough Joe might take him to a show.



