Guitarist John Della-Selva had just finished an elegant solo and it was Debbie Duncan's turn. She scatted the sounds of a guitar, as if her voice were controlled by fingers as adept as Della-Selva's galloping on a fretboard. Then she looked up, opened her eyes and resumed singing the hopelessly optimistic standard "Blue Skies," her fingers snapping along in rhythm.
Duncan, a pre-eminent Twin Cities jazz vocalist of long standing, is into it even if absolutely no one at the packed Famous Dave's Sunday brunch applauds after each selection.
On this day, Duncan and her combo are sticking to up-tempo tunes. She's not in the mood for ballads because her sister just passed away and she doesn't want to be down.
Duncan has something to be positive about: her first new album in 12 years, "Full Circle," and two nights of release parties at the Dakota Jazz Club this weekend.
"I really like this album," she proclaimed the other day. "And I'm picky, picky, picky, picky, picky. Ridiculously picky."
In many ways. Duncan used to accept nearly every gig that came along. In the mid-'90s, she was the workingest singer in town, performing nearly every night in a variety of styles. Sometimes three assignments a day. But gone are regular gigs with Dr. Mambo's Combo and the old Rupert's Orchestra. She now averages about one performance a week. It's a choice.
"I'm definitely jazz," she said succinctly. "I'm not R&B. I don't think about screaming anymore. Debbie Duncan is 66. She ain't screaming. I'm sorry."
Over coffee on a recent afternoon, her jewelry screamed "musician" — mismatched music-note earrings in both ears; a G-clef symbol pinned to her cap and a microphone pendant on a necklace.