Jazz festivities
Who the hell ever got the idea that Jazz amplified through speakers was acceptable? And if he's still alive today, what's the holdup, people?
I raised this question at Port Credit's annual Jazz festival, but obviously no one could hear me. Accompanied by Linda and Mike, both of whom I've not seen in quite a while, I talked pretty much to myself, as did they. Conversation's so much more fun when the other half consists of whatever you want. Since all blues-rock bands only really have about four or five songs between them, we got bored rather quickly and wandered about, finally finding a pizzeria which had a dead guy we could pester. Linda segued naturally into her copper-to-be mode, testing out all of her newly learned techniques for waking up drunks and inciting them to hit you, to no avail. A man who looked exactly like Cheech Marrin came to our assistance, explaining that if the man was breathing, he'd be fine. Over pizza, we decided that if the pizzeria knew about his prescence, (they did, he'd been there in the same state for the last few nights) he was their responsibility. Linda knows all about such things. On the way back, I suggested that we should have taken his wallet, like, for his own health, causing everyone around us to quietly put their hands in their pockets. It was fun.
I raised this question at Port Credit's annual Jazz festival, but obviously no one could hear me. Accompanied by Linda and Mike, both of whom I've not seen in quite a while, I talked pretty much to myself, as did they. Conversation's so much more fun when the other half consists of whatever you want. Since all blues-rock bands only really have about four or five songs between them, we got bored rather quickly and wandered about, finally finding a pizzeria which had a dead guy we could pester. Linda segued naturally into her copper-to-be mode, testing out all of her newly learned techniques for waking up drunks and inciting them to hit you, to no avail. A man who looked exactly like Cheech Marrin came to our assistance, explaining that if the man was breathing, he'd be fine. Over pizza, we decided that if the pizzeria knew about his prescence, (they did, he'd been there in the same state for the last few nights) he was their responsibility. Linda knows all about such things. On the way back, I suggested that we should have taken his wallet, like, for his own health, causing everyone around us to quietly put their hands in their pockets. It was fun.