a vanishing musician and the craziest jazz cats i ever saw!!!
I am really really amazingly tired in a supersized kind of way because i did not sleep last night so i am sorry if this post is a bit short but i will try and include all the really important details so as not to have you feeling left out.
We went to the bar last night and i had a few drinks. Actually, i had HEAPS of drinks because all those people that laughed at my name and said they would by me a beer sometime actually DID buy me a beer and i felt like it would not have been good of me to refuse them. So i was good and jolly and talking to heaps of different people who's names i didn't catch because it was such a rush of beer and laughs and general chat.
When guitar girl came on everybody went silent again, and she was exactly the same as she was last time. She got up on her little stool and she played music that i still can't describe properly. She sings as though the saddest things she has ever known have also become the most beautiful images she remembers, and her guitar paints a picture behind it with colours both happy and sad. I wish i could put it better but i cannot.
Immediately after she finished i followed her and i saw her go out a little exit door but when i got out there after her there was no one there. It was really weird, but maybe because i was drunk i wasn't as close behind her as i thought i was? I was a little bit confused but there wasn't any time to think about it because Grung came out and said 'hey man, some of us is headin' to the jazz hut to see them crazy jazz cats is you in?' and i was so i followed along.
The jazz hut is this really small place where, like Grung said, musicians offer sacrifices to the jazz gods. There was a small guy, a fat guy, and a thin guy, and they played guitar, drums and bass respectively. They jazzed it up all the night and well into the morning and their music just went to so many different places! Afterwards i got to talk to them about it and it went a bit like this:
Blake (B): Wow you guys are really good! Like, really really good!
Small Guy (SG): Thanks
Fat Guy(FG): Thanks
Thin Guy (TG): Thanks
B: I can't believe all the crazy places you went. That was awesome!
SG: Thanks
FG: Thanks
TG: Thanks
B: But seriously, that was insane! You guys play like you're from another planet!
SG: ...uh
FG: ...uh
TG: ...uh, yeah, but we're not.
SG: Yeah, we live around here.
FG: ...uh, yeah, like just around the corner or something.
TG: Just around the corner...
SG: ...in a house...
FG: ...where we practise our music...
TG: yep
SG: yep
FG: yep
They bought me a beer but then they had to go home, but Grung and i stuck around for a while just drinking and talking about nothing in particular. Then i walked back to Peter and Rogers.
Well, i'm going to bed now so i can work tomorrow and maybe find out where the dormitories are so i can ask around about guitar girl. Maybe i should learn from the jazz trio as well! Yeah, i'll have to ask them next weekend!
Blake out.
We went to the bar last night and i had a few drinks. Actually, i had HEAPS of drinks because all those people that laughed at my name and said they would by me a beer sometime actually DID buy me a beer and i felt like it would not have been good of me to refuse them. So i was good and jolly and talking to heaps of different people who's names i didn't catch because it was such a rush of beer and laughs and general chat.
When guitar girl came on everybody went silent again, and she was exactly the same as she was last time. She got up on her little stool and she played music that i still can't describe properly. She sings as though the saddest things she has ever known have also become the most beautiful images she remembers, and her guitar paints a picture behind it with colours both happy and sad. I wish i could put it better but i cannot.
Immediately after she finished i followed her and i saw her go out a little exit door but when i got out there after her there was no one there. It was really weird, but maybe because i was drunk i wasn't as close behind her as i thought i was? I was a little bit confused but there wasn't any time to think about it because Grung came out and said 'hey man, some of us is headin' to the jazz hut to see them crazy jazz cats is you in?' and i was so i followed along.
The jazz hut is this really small place where, like Grung said, musicians offer sacrifices to the jazz gods. There was a small guy, a fat guy, and a thin guy, and they played guitar, drums and bass respectively. They jazzed it up all the night and well into the morning and their music just went to so many different places! Afterwards i got to talk to them about it and it went a bit like this:
Blake (B): Wow you guys are really good! Like, really really good!
Small Guy (SG): Thanks
Fat Guy(FG): Thanks
Thin Guy (TG): Thanks
B: I can't believe all the crazy places you went. That was awesome!
SG: Thanks
FG: Thanks
TG: Thanks
B: But seriously, that was insane! You guys play like you're from another planet!
SG: ...uh
FG: ...uh
TG: ...uh, yeah, but we're not.
SG: Yeah, we live around here.
FG: ...uh, yeah, like just around the corner or something.
TG: Just around the corner...
SG: ...in a house...
FG: ...where we practise our music...
TG: yep
SG: yep
FG: yep
They bought me a beer but then they had to go home, but Grung and i stuck around for a while just drinking and talking about nothing in particular. Then i walked back to Peter and Rogers.
Well, i'm going to bed now so i can work tomorrow and maybe find out where the dormitories are so i can ask around about guitar girl. Maybe i should learn from the jazz trio as well! Yeah, i'll have to ask them next weekend!
Blake out.
posted by Kenshin at 4:40 PM
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