Hey gang,
Even though I just blogged on Monday, I'm already back posting again because I looove you! It has nothing to do with me trying anything I can to stop thinking about the fact that I am still 29 hours and 25 minutes away from the start of my spring break (make that 24 minutes!).
Yesterday I witnessed something so hilarious that I just have to share it with everyone I see (and everyone that I e-see, which I guess is what I do with all you wonderful blog readers). Anyway, last night I was at my usual Wednesday night jazz quartet gig at the Bean & Leaf here in New London, and just as our drummer Jonas and I were playing the intro to the first tune, a young man in the front row got up from his seat, walked around to the stage side of his table, and reached for the unused chair that sat there, moving it out of the way of our saxophonist Kevin.
"What a courteous gesture that will minorly improve the quality of our performance," I said to myself in my typically articulate inner monologue. A moment later, it was time for Kev and our trumpeter Johnny to play the opening melody to the song.
They simultaneously drew in a breath each, placed their lips on their respective mouthpieces, visualized the round, clear, warm tones that they were about to produce in harmony with one another, and were about to let the first notes sing from their instruments when the aforementioned young man leaned towards Kevin, whose eyelids were shut tight and whose mind was levitating upwards to the ethereal expanse between consciousness and musical expression, and tapped him on the elbow and asked, "Hey man, what time do you guys play until?"
The obliviousness to the dynamic of the situation displayed by this young man, whose mannerisms displayed no trace of malice or mischief, coupled with the Rolexian precision of the timing of his actions, was so funny to both myself and Johnny that we temporarily lost control of our instruments, producing neither the sought-after dulcet blare of the trumpet nor the growling thump of the double bass but rather something more akin to the flatulence of a cartoon character accompanied by the glissando moan of a drunken orca trying not to vomit all over the ocean floor.
We finished the song and the set after regaining our composure, but all night I was unable to exceed the entertainment excellence that marked the outset of our performance.
Well, that's about it from my life. Tonight I'm watching Role Models (which is FINALLY out on DVD) with good buddy and fellow ex-Conn Laura Brown '07, so I'm guaranteed to have even more chuckles tonight. After that I'll only be a day away from a week off (okay that sentence was poorly constructed).
Happy sunshine day,
Baby White Tiger