Jazz singer. Unique phrasing.
Baseball commissioner, with a limp.
(What actually brought be here is that I am researching a show I just booked into the Palo Alto Art Center Auditorium, Thursday December 12, 2019 to feature Larry Ochs, of whom I know a little, Dave Rempis, Darren Johnston, and two others — electronics wizards – -but in sussing that out I digressed to Fay Victor, who has played with Darren, and numerous others; I also sort of slipped down a Fay Victor rabbit-hole because her name reminded me of two siblings I knew, Fay and Victor Z—; there’s a tape of Fay leading a workshop of Billy Taylor’s “I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel To Be Free”; when I circled around and refreshed and typed in her name anew, I wandered to the cites of the former baseball commissioner. I’ll have to see if anyone beside Plastic Alto has linked these two peoples.
I thought I read that while in College – -I think it was Williams — Fay Vincent fell off the roof of his dorm — he played football – -and forever after had to use a cane.
It said that Fay dropped out of school when her mother died then started taking jazz classes, then lived overseas for a while then recently has started making serious waves as a vocalist.
So beyond doing a Ochs/Rempis/Johnston/EA/EA show, maybe I will bring Fay out to play, some day.
Which reminds me, that Lydia Oey and I had a great visit with Valerie Troutt in Oakland, a rehearsal and recording session of one of her choirs.
A lot bee going buzz here, lately.
Fay Victor hits high notes. Fay Vincent, who was at the same World Series game as I when he was the commissioner and Giants-A’s was preempted by an earthquake – and my Dad was there, too — was called “high-handed” by a group of MLB owners for the way he treated the troubled pitcher Steve Howe.