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Above are actual lyrics from that Michael Jackson song Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'. Like seriously, what a psycho.
*deep breath* Okay, mengs. Last few days have been pretty hectic and I'm absolutely sure that I'll miss mentioning something. Damn me and my sieve-like memory. Hey now that's not true at all. Shut up you. Yessir.
I went to JAZZFEST yesterday with Peter and my dad! We saw, in chronological order:
1) No Trumpets Please, a band comprised of two tenor saxes and two alto saxes (as well as one bari), piano, bass, and drums. Peter and Zach's singing coach Jamie was one of the tenor guys and this (apparently) hot Boudreau chick's brother was piano-man. They were all fantastic soloists and they played cool original compositions as well as some good old chestnuts (Night In Tunisia, anyone?).
2) Joe Sullivan's Big Band, a full eighteen-piece big band with lots of...uh...musicians. Ahem. They didn't do much in terms of actual "big band"-type stuff, so it was kinda disappointing. The best part was this trumpet soloist who was hitting notes so high he looked like he was trying to lay a Quaffle-sized egg. Ha! True story.
3) The Preservation Hall Jazz Band, who were AWESOME! They were from New Orleans (so you fucking know they're gonna kick some serious ass) and were all ancient black dudes who moved and talked slow and played like madmen. Except for the trombonist. He, uh, wasn't black. Seriously though, they got the crowd on their feet and were rocking out on these awesome old tunes and it was CRAZY. The pianist was quiet-looking (he just smiled to himself the whole time, enjoying the sound) and was a monster on the keys. The bassist was bald and obese and had a big white Abe Lincoln beard, and his fingers were so tough and gnarled they looked like they were made of twisted wood. He sang a hilarious song about shimmying. Then there was the sax player, who was insane in his solos and was skinny and bald and had glasses. Then there was the main man, the trumpet guy. He has huge white sideburns and a really low voice and sang these great songs and played a mean friggin' horn. He was joking all the time and it was funny. Then there was (my favourite!) the drummer, who was the fattest of the bunch and looked the entire show like he was having the time of his life. Smiling from ear to ear as he whaled on the drums. And finally, the only white man in the group, there was the trombonist. He was, like the rest of them, probably nowhere under sixty-five years old, and looked like a politician. He played with his legs crossed, that's how relaxed he was. I told Peter that he looked like a Congressman, and we imagined him giving a speech at some city hall and saying "But enough of that," and pulling out his trombone and going nuts. It was so great. They also had a guest star singer guy who was white and looked to be about twenty and was pretty good. He had ridiculously spiky hair. FUCK they were so awesome. Peter and I were laughing the whole time out of sheer joy.
We also saw Gabe and a bunch of his friends there. It was neat.
So yeah. To whom it may concern (and I know you know what I'm talking about), it's all good now, apparently. Ehh I'll tell you in person. And just for the record, I don't give tuppence about appearances. Which means I don't fucking care how unsavoury the situation might look.
That's all. Tonight Peter broke a lightbulb and we watched Rent. I had to leave before it finished but, in all honesty, I kinda liked the part I saw. I mean, I didn't get it, but the singing was cool.
Okay. Ciao.
J-Rock
*deep breath* Okay, mengs. Last few days have been pretty hectic and I'm absolutely sure that I'll miss mentioning something. Damn me and my sieve-like memory. Hey now that's not true at all. Shut up you. Yessir.
I went to JAZZFEST yesterday with Peter and my dad! We saw, in chronological order:
1) No Trumpets Please, a band comprised of two tenor saxes and two alto saxes (as well as one bari), piano, bass, and drums. Peter and Zach's singing coach Jamie was one of the tenor guys and this (apparently) hot Boudreau chick's brother was piano-man. They were all fantastic soloists and they played cool original compositions as well as some good old chestnuts (Night In Tunisia, anyone?).
2) Joe Sullivan's Big Band, a full eighteen-piece big band with lots of...uh...musicians. Ahem. They didn't do much in terms of actual "big band"-type stuff, so it was kinda disappointing. The best part was this trumpet soloist who was hitting notes so high he looked like he was trying to lay a Quaffle-sized egg. Ha! True story.
3) The Preservation Hall Jazz Band, who were AWESOME! They were from New Orleans (so you fucking know they're gonna kick some serious ass) and were all ancient black dudes who moved and talked slow and played like madmen. Except for the trombonist. He, uh, wasn't black. Seriously though, they got the crowd on their feet and were rocking out on these awesome old tunes and it was CRAZY. The pianist was quiet-looking (he just smiled to himself the whole time, enjoying the sound) and was a monster on the keys. The bassist was bald and obese and had a big white Abe Lincoln beard, and his fingers were so tough and gnarled they looked like they were made of twisted wood. He sang a hilarious song about shimmying. Then there was the sax player, who was insane in his solos and was skinny and bald and had glasses. Then there was the main man, the trumpet guy. He has huge white sideburns and a really low voice and sang these great songs and played a mean friggin' horn. He was joking all the time and it was funny. Then there was (my favourite!) the drummer, who was the fattest of the bunch and looked the entire show like he was having the time of his life. Smiling from ear to ear as he whaled on the drums. And finally, the only white man in the group, there was the trombonist. He was, like the rest of them, probably nowhere under sixty-five years old, and looked like a politician. He played with his legs crossed, that's how relaxed he was. I told Peter that he looked like a Congressman, and we imagined him giving a speech at some city hall and saying "But enough of that," and pulling out his trombone and going nuts. It was so great. They also had a guest star singer guy who was white and looked to be about twenty and was pretty good. He had ridiculously spiky hair. FUCK they were so awesome. Peter and I were laughing the whole time out of sheer joy.
We also saw Gabe and a bunch of his friends there. It was neat.
So yeah. To whom it may concern (and I know you know what I'm talking about), it's all good now, apparently. Ehh I'll tell you in person. And just for the record, I don't give tuppence about appearances. Which means I don't fucking care how unsavoury the situation might look.
That's all. Tonight Peter broke a lightbulb and we watched Rent. I had to leave before it finished but, in all honesty, I kinda liked the part I saw. I mean, I didn't get it, but the singing was cool.
Okay. Ciao.
J-Rock