All the Jazz
Theres a 15 year old sax player from Italy playing in Dizzy's Jazz club, who was then hit on by two annoyingly attractive girls who, from what i could tell, didnt share language with him. Here's the conversation that i assume was in the background during the later show i actually wanted to hear.
(Artistic license has been taken here)
Girl: You were awesome! My name is something or other and this is my friend and we think your the greatest sax player in history.
(I assume neither of them had any idea even what kind of music they were listening to)
Guy: *nod and smile*
Girls: Hey you know what blah blah blah blah blah blah hey run away with us.
Guy: *sip $5 glass of coca-cola*
As they leave having kidnapped a world class sax player they exchange the look of "OMG I'm touching a rock star"
The guy's look i translate as "I wonder if they know that im way too young for them"
(I didnt actually hear what they were saying, as there was music, but thats the gist, im sure)
Apart from statutory rape, Jazz is excellent for using "talk," previously decided by our band to be the most hideous guitar effect in the world (used by evans when he wants to annoy us), in none other than carnegie hall, and actually making it sound good.
Some other highlighs were Paul Motion, Bela Flec, Jean-Luc Ponty, and Keith Jarret - he most arrogant man in the world. He's so good at piano that he can openly critisize his entire audience, then all of new york city, and still get a standing ovation. Our band has so long to go till fame... ^.^
P.S. this chick is on crack. As proud as i was to hear a percussionist do an entire solo performance, i lost interest when she turned on background techno chanting, and crouched down in generated smoke playing what appeared to be a large, bell shaped kazoo, which sounded like a starving albatross blowing its nose. (she was pretty good at marimba, i'll give her that i guess. Her scottish accent was also sweet)
Time to eat leftover conch roti.
-none other than the Great Me
(Artistic license has been taken here)
Girl: You were awesome! My name is something or other and this is my friend and we think your the greatest sax player in history.
(I assume neither of them had any idea even what kind of music they were listening to)
Guy: *nod and smile*
Girls: Hey you know what blah blah blah blah blah blah hey run away with us.
Guy: *sip $5 glass of coca-cola*
As they leave having kidnapped a world class sax player they exchange the look of "OMG I'm touching a rock star"
The guy's look i translate as "I wonder if they know that im way too young for them"
(I didnt actually hear what they were saying, as there was music, but thats the gist, im sure)
Apart from statutory rape, Jazz is excellent for using "talk," previously decided by our band to be the most hideous guitar effect in the world (used by evans when he wants to annoy us), in none other than carnegie hall, and actually making it sound good.
Some other highlighs were Paul Motion, Bela Flec, Jean-Luc Ponty, and Keith Jarret - he most arrogant man in the world. He's so good at piano that he can openly critisize his entire audience, then all of new york city, and still get a standing ovation. Our band has so long to go till fame... ^.^
P.S. this chick is on crack. As proud as i was to hear a percussionist do an entire solo performance, i lost interest when she turned on background techno chanting, and crouched down in generated smoke playing what appeared to be a large, bell shaped kazoo, which sounded like a starving albatross blowing its nose. (she was pretty good at marimba, i'll give her that i guess. Her scottish accent was also sweet)
Time to eat leftover conch roti.
-none other than the Great Me