Tracey Yarad With Jim Ridl 'lost In Translation' at Soapbox Gallery

LOST IN TRANSLATION

Tracey Yarad knows the life of the ex-patriot, the hotel lobby singer, circling for seven years between Tokyo, Osaka, and Nagoya on a turntable of 1990's power ballads. Sofia Coppola's film of 2003 only scratches the surface. Playing six nights a week to the stereotypical Japanese businessman out for the night to impress his courtesans by intricately folding "ichi man yen" notes into flying paper cranes, soaring overhead to the stage with the request enclosed inside. Pandering to an autocratic, Swiss-German general manager whose musical taste halted at the slightest mention of augmentation away from a I–V–vi–IV progression...

read more

LOST IN TRANSLATION

Tracey Yarad knows the life of the ex-patriot, the hotel lobby singer, circling for seven years between Tokyo, Osaka, and Nagoya on a turntable of 1990's power ballads. Sofia Coppola's film of 2003 only scratches the surface. Playing six nights a week to the stereotypical Japanese businessman out for the night to impress his courtesans by intricately folding "ichi man yen" notes into flying paper cranes, soaring overhead to the stage with the request enclosed inside. Pandering to an autocratic, Swiss-German general manager whose musical taste halted at the slightest mention of augmentation away from a I–V–vi–IV progression. No original music allowed, no variations on a theme, and no jazz. After a long hiatus from the Hotel Lobby material, Tracey teams up with New York pianist Jim Ridl to take some of the most requested tunes out for a Sunday drive. The kind of drive that doesn't matter if you get lost. You get there in the end.

show less