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Jazz is a different language, this is something I realised tonight. If, like me, you're used to the drum-bass-one or two lead guitars-vocals-keyboards combination of a live gig, then the strange rhythms and intrusions of horn and string and piano are disconcerting. Verrah disconcerting. Fascinating. And the whole banter tween the horn players is something shocking and compelling, are they critiquing each other, playing off each other, helping each other along? It's incredible, they are both audience and performer to each other. It's brilliant.
The Aunt and I went to see Harry Connick Jr perform with a pared down version of his band and the Sydney Symphony tonight at the Opera House. We were four rows from the stage, smack bang in front of the piano stool. Harry came on, looked distressingly old and unhealthy in a bad suit but redeemed himself every time he flashed that smile and used that amazing rich voice. I wore my Muse kanji top, sexy jeans and wondered if the hair on one side of my head was obscuring someone's view.
We saw Harry. Harry saw the Aunt. Scanned the audience and visibly stopped, stared and flashed her a slow flirtatious sexy smile. I nearly fell off my seat, unsure whether to laugh or be severely embarrassed. An hour or so later, he looked directly again at her, all gorgeous and admiring, and I couldn't control the hilarity. Y'see, my Aunt is Very Hot. Verrah Hot. So it's totally understandable. And she received no end of teasing once we got into the car.
Then I was dropped off at the Rose for farewell drinks. An hour and a half of good conversation with several people. Twas pretty wonderful. Despite having to engage with the Worst Boss That Ever Was who reverted right back to self-absorbed drunken mode. All redeemed by just seeing Z. A deep and meaningful with the Scorpio Goddess who is making me a fabulous birthday present the surprise of which I totally ruined by actually asking if she'd make it for me, yes I have no shame. But she is sooooo coool wif the things she makes! *wriggles with excitement*
And my night has ended on another slightly disconcerting note, wondering if I'm being hit on by an ex-colleague needing to get laid. Which would be rather flattering if that was the case. He talks a completely different language too. Endlessly fascinating and I used to have such a crush on him. Oddly not now. He's beautiful but utterly alien. And I'm spoken for! Heh.
No plans for Australia Day at all. Except possibly stay at home and conserve money by reading all day. Halfway through The Lonely Dead and still enthralled.
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Dear Michael Marshall (Smith) -
Never stop being you.
Regards,
dri
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The new BJM album did not come out today. I'm trying not to think about it.
All right, this is freaky. The ex-colleague insists on reminding me of my rabid Robbie Williams phase. *points at current music*
The Aunt and I went to see Harry Connick Jr perform with a pared down version of his band and the Sydney Symphony tonight at the Opera House. We were four rows from the stage, smack bang in front of the piano stool. Harry came on, looked distressingly old and unhealthy in a bad suit but redeemed himself every time he flashed that smile and used that amazing rich voice. I wore my Muse kanji top, sexy jeans and wondered if the hair on one side of my head was obscuring someone's view.
We saw Harry. Harry saw the Aunt. Scanned the audience and visibly stopped, stared and flashed her a slow flirtatious sexy smile. I nearly fell off my seat, unsure whether to laugh or be severely embarrassed. An hour or so later, he looked directly again at her, all gorgeous and admiring, and I couldn't control the hilarity. Y'see, my Aunt is Very Hot. Verrah Hot. So it's totally understandable. And she received no end of teasing once we got into the car.
Then I was dropped off at the Rose for farewell drinks. An hour and a half of good conversation with several people. Twas pretty wonderful. Despite having to engage with the Worst Boss That Ever Was who reverted right back to self-absorbed drunken mode. All redeemed by just seeing Z. A deep and meaningful with the Scorpio Goddess who is making me a fabulous birthday present the surprise of which I totally ruined by actually asking if she'd make it for me, yes I have no shame. But she is sooooo coool wif the things she makes! *wriggles with excitement*
And my night has ended on another slightly disconcerting note, wondering if I'm being hit on by an ex-colleague needing to get laid. Which would be rather flattering if that was the case. He talks a completely different language too. Endlessly fascinating and I used to have such a crush on him. Oddly not now. He's beautiful but utterly alien. And I'm spoken for! Heh.
No plans for Australia Day at all. Except possibly stay at home and conserve money by reading all day. Halfway through The Lonely Dead and still enthralled.
~~~~~~
Dear Michael Marshall (Smith) -
Never stop being you.
Regards,
dri
~~~~~
The new BJM album did not come out today. I'm trying not to think about it.
All right, this is freaky. The ex-colleague insists on reminding me of my rabid Robbie Williams phase. *points at current music*