Randi Cee

Randi Cee is a bandleader and a swing and hot jazz vocalist living in LA. Her CD, Any Kind of Man, is available via cdbaby.com or via randiceemusic.com. For booking information, write: randicee@gmail.com

My Right Foot - Part Two

My Right Foot – Part Two

Last night was my first gig back after foot surgery—and it was, thankfully, a fairly easy one. I delegated the herding duties to another musician

My Right Foot - Part One

My Right Foot – Part One

“I don’t like how swollen that leg is. I need you to go right now and get a sonogram to rule out a blood clot.”

The Fire This Time

The Fire This Time

When I was in Cornwall, visiting what I like to call my cousins once removed by friendship (my best friend’s cousins), I missed my plane

When a Stranger Answers. . .

When a Stranger Answers. . .

If you should ever need to inflict torture on someone, put the waterboard back in your closet. Instead, force them to make cold calls. Phoning

Respecting Aretha

Respecting Aretha

Our Lady Jerry Wexler dubbed her “Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows”: the depth of her sound and ability to connect us to something primal owes

Collecting or Hoarding?

The best way to keep a grip on some of my remaining sanity is to just throw everything out. My apartment is a Barbie apartment.

My Mother Tried

My Mother Tried

My mother tried. I got piano lessons as a child. I just didn’t “get it.” The woman she hired was a crummy bored piano teacher

There's Got to be a Pony

There’s Got to be a Pony

Tragedy + time = comedy. I won’t live long enough. Money doesn’t buy happiness. Can I please test this theorem? A friend encouraged me to

Anatomy of a House Concert

Anatomy of a House Concert

My brain delights in unraveling when it should be sleeping. Rarely are these sessions productive. Occasionally, the brain spin cycle leads to an epiphany. No

Bump in the Road

Bump in the Road

To say the Road of Life is bumpy might be the understatement of the year. For me personally, the last two years have been like

Oy, Humbug!

Oy, Humbug!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer It’s the most wonderful

The Art of Atmosphere

The Art of Atmosphere

In the theatre or on the bandstand, you sometimes need to get the audience to come along on a ride with you. I have always

He Was a Neighbor of Mine

He Was a Neighbor of Mine

He was a neighbor of mine who embodied everything positive that noun could hold, and then some. Once when I was out of town he

Bowled Over

Bowled Over

The Scope of Jazz I have a very tiny, very beautiful pony hair purse. Too small to be of any use, it hangs on a

A Woman Leads the Band

A Woman Leads the Band

Titles are difficult. For years, I floated through life undercutting any achievements while expertly conducting the negative cacophony that played in my head. Women are

Pat Yankee: Nine Decades on Stage

Pat Yankee: Nine Decades on Stage

Led her own big band. Check. Tap-danced on stage with Bill “Bojangles” Robinson. Check. Was Maurice Chevalier’s first choice for an opening act on Broadway.

No More Challenges!

No More Challenges!

It’s been a challenging year. Look I’m not going to bore you with the details of that. It’s bad copy and no one likes a

New Orleans on Impulse

New Orleans on Impulse

The trip to New Orleans shouldn’t have happened. I had no business traveling anywhere. My checking account is on life support. I was sitting on

Costco Run

Costco Run

They were sold out of Ahi tuna at Costco. I didn’t realize that just like deep-sea fishing you have to start out very early or

Hooked!

Hooked!

As I sit at my computer in the wee hours, because I am all about the wee hours, I realize that this issue of The

The Swing's The Thing

The Swing’s The Thing

Much has been said amongst band leaders about playing for dancers, and swing dancing itself has been the entry point for quite a few band

Road Trippin'

Road Trippin’

In these parts any drive under three hours is more commute than road trip; in fact Los Angeles just “won” worst traffic in the country…again.

Bus - Cab - BOOM!

Bus – Cab – BOOM!

My childlike adoration of fireworks is extreme. If you don’t at least like them you probably should be shipped off to the island where I’ve

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