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Apparently there is
free live jazz going on at this joint some nights. I was there on
a Saturday, and a better night for jazz there is not. Were there any
old crusty dudes blowing tarnished horns? Was some guy and his steel
brushes and vintage skins sitting in a cloud of smoke, peaking on
his smack high? Hardly and no. What was present was a smallish place
that was oddly decorated and had a tile floor. Not only do I hate
tile floors in bars, but wouldn't this also be a bad surface for music
reproduction? I mean my saxophone sounds pretty damn good in the shower,
but I'm not playing to paying customers who don't want noise bouncing
off of every angle at them. I honestly had no idea this was even a
music club when we stumbled in here trying to kill some time before
heading home for the night. And had no idea after spending a half
hour there that there was music at all. It wasn't until I Googled
the place that I even realized it was anything beyond a slightly awkward
bar. It's probably better I didn't get indoctrinated into the free
jazz thing anyway, as it usually puts me to sleep faster than a 1988
right hook from Mike Tyson. I suppose for some there is a good time
to be had sitting listening to obviously pissed off musicians play
tunes they're all only pretending to like or understand. Jazz, after
all, is the Gravity's Rainbow of the music world. [MF]
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