The Beginning

 

 I was born in East Harlem, N.Y. on December 25, 1958. In 1966, we moved to the Bronx, and being the new kid on the block, I walked back and forth to school alone for the first few weeks. I heard a recording of Frank Sinatra singing "My Kind Of Town," and to pass the time on my new daily trek, I would sing the song to myself over and over. After a few days, I decided I needed another song and began to explore the only Sinatra album we owned at the time, "A Man And His Music." This was the beginning of my addiction, not only to Sinatra, but to that whole world of standard songs and singers.

 I always knew that I wanted to sing, but thought I had plenty of time to take lessons and get started. When I finally reached 35, I knew I had to get started or regret it for the rest of my life. So I got started. I stopped smoking, had a deviated septum repaired and started my lessons. After six years of studying with Cindy Varrichio, at Varrichio Studios in Highland Park, N.J. and then two more years with the late Rod Hausen at the New Jersey School Of Performing Arts, in Fords, N.J., I finally got the nerve to get on stage at a karaoke bar. I became friends with Artie Leandro and Lorri Cropley of "Almost Original Karaoke," and performed a few shows with them for friends and family members using pre-recorded music.

By April 2002, I felt I was ready to try singing with live musicians, so I called my friend John Ruta, a great tenor saxophone player from Queens, N.Y., and asked him to keep his ears open for a trio or quartet that might be looking for a singer. He said he would and then suggested that I come to visit him when he rehearsed with the big band he was working with. He said, "You could sing a song or two and see what it feels like to sing with a 17 - piece big band." I jumped at the chance and that's when John introduced me to trumpeter Joe Battaglia, the founder and leader of "The New York Big Band." I sang three songs that night and Joe invited me to return to future rehearsals. Two months later I was standing in front of the orchestra, dressed in a black tuxedo, singing "Summer Wind" in the outdoor garden of New York City's "Tavern on the Green."
As Frank Sinatra would say, "Now that's class, boy."

Since then, I've made a CD, acted in a short film, joined The Friars Club, performed with The Symphony Orchestra of Guayaquil, Ecuador, and recorded "The Danny DeVito Limoncello Song."

But my fun time is on Saturdays, singing at "The Carnegie Club."

I was introduced to Mark Grossich, owner of the club, by a mutual friend, Lou Carvell, in February 2003. After serving as a substitute for the usual singer of their Saturday night Sinatra tribute, I became the headliner in November 2004, and changed the show title to
"Sinatra Songs."

 

 There are too many people that need to be thanked for helping me in my short career, and I wouldn't even try to mention them all for fear of leaving anyone out, but one person has to be acknowledged. My older brother Jerry, now nicknamed "Swifty Lazar," has been tireless in trying to promote me. He's introduced me to friends and acquaintances, helped me get bookings in restaurants, clubs, and private parties, and is still telling everyone he meets that they should go to see my shows. He always watched out for me when we were kids.....and he still does.