[ Wednesday, October 26, 2005 ]
ya.went to ye olde divan orange because i thought it was mandatory moustache night. but only every second tuesday. some anonymouse jazzers were jazzering there, ... they were, well, . not the great. but the drummer was really fucking good. i think i would have rather listened to just him play, without the sax n' trumpet, but what can ya do? the standup bass was decent, but the drummer was a monster.
drives me mad hearing people ape music from like forty years ago... okay, kinda blue is a decent record, and i'm sure live it was amazing to hear miles davis squaonk that sound, but he was a genius, and these horn toads were not.
there was hardly anybody in the bar by the time they were done, and they kinda came over and stood really close to me as i was getting my coat on, in a way that seemed like they expected me to talk to them, and basically congratulate them (maybe reading too much into the vibe, but, it seemed that way)... the only one i really wanted to talk to was the drummer, to tell him to stop wasting his time with these guys,but, well. sometimes its better to be quiet than to be an asshole, ... often, really.
anyways, i enjoyed them, i just tried to tune out the skwonky brass... at one point the interplay between the sax and the trumpet sounded just like they were fucking, trading bars... i mean, maybe that description could be put to a performance that was hot and awesome and sweaty and primal and amazing, raw animal sex, but this just sounded like a cheezy jack off scene.
but it was nice to get out of the house even if it was to go out into the rain.
x-posted from lj. fucking two blogs. how did this happen? and what do i do?! fark.
Escaper [10/26/2005 02:31:00 AM]
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