Jazz

Margaret bought tickets for a jazz concert at the Artesian this evening. We arrived shortly before it started, having just come from the Slate opening with David Thauberger and so when we got there we discovered there were no more bench seats and the whole floor space was open for people to stand and dance. We managed to get some wall. There was no coat check, we had winter boots on, and the brass instruments were all miked and heavily amplified 10 feet away from us. During the break, William and I retreated to the bar in the basement (which was not crowded, a situation that suggested the people were afraid to leave their valued seats unattended). While sitting there, I met Ryan for the first time. We've been playing an online game with Allan for the past two years but have never met. That was nice.