Live Music Services

Lou Savage and his colleagues have provided live music for hundreds of
Corporate Functions, Weddings and Special Events
during his 25 years in southern California, both as a music contractor, producer and as an ensemble performer and singer.

Because of his broad range of experience, — As well as being a Pop and Jazz musician, he's a classical musician with a degree from the Cleveland Institute of Music — he can provide you with virtually any kind of group...

... 50s nostalgia reviews
... swing bands
... classic rock groups
... classical ensembles (string quartets, harpists, etc.)
... DJs
... Jazz combos
... soloists

Always up for the challenge, Lou welcomes unusual requests. Once, he was asked to locate a Vietnamese folk musician for a special reception preceding a performance of Miss Saigon.

Lou, within just a couple of phone calls, located a youthful female Dan Tranh player (a Vietnamese zither) who, in her beautiful, traditional Vietnamese ceremonial dress, wowed the crowd and made the banquet manager a hero. Not too difficult a feat for a guy with so many entertainment resources.

Another event last year called for a Hootenanny trio for a sales meeting on a beach in San Diego. An archaic art form? Yes. A problem? No. All it took was a little research into things like... the real words to "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" and "Michael Row the Boat Ashore."

The crowd, it turned out, was immovable at first; A mob of 20 and 30 year olds who weren't in the mood for songs like "Puff the Magic Dragon." The 63 year old CEO was, though. It didn't take much coaxing for us to get him up to the mic on "Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley."

The dramatic turning point of the night happened when Lou's wife Deborah introduced the players. Lou's affiliations with various groups drew a small, polite response, but guitarist Bobby Cochran's history with Steppenwolf opened up a whole new uncharted territory. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Play some Steppenwolf!"

At the end of the night, the crowd appeared to be completely de-iced and thoroughly malleable, thanks to Steppenwolf, Rock and Roll... and beer. The closing scene was lit only by a single spotlight and the sputtering flames of the dying fire on the beach that shrouded us in an inescapable micro-climate of smoke. It was the backdrop for what might have looked like a pagan ritual to a casual onlooker.

The crowd of 20 and 30-year-olds elbowed us, and one another, out of the way as they struggled to bear down on the one microphone in front of them. They squinted and strained as they tried to decipher the words of the ritual chant printed on the fluttering sheet of paper clothes-pinned to the music stand. The ritual chant was a song. The song was "Puff the Magic Dragon."

Gosh, I wish I would have brought a camera.

800-910-8867 (Call for prices and a client list.)