Last night was Jazz Night at Clancy’s. Aka, music nerdz unite. Some of us went early to get food before the kitchen closed. Greasy bar french fries, is there anything better?
The band was really good. The guitarist had his groove on.
And of course, first grown-up music nerdz sighting of the night: Holly’s dad. Which is always just funny to me, because the idea of my parents going to anything like that is unimaginable. But Holly’s dad walks in and the singer stops and asks “is that Leon?”
Second grown-up music nerdz sighting: HOWIE. When we were about to leave I went over to where he was standing (directly in front of the stage of course) to have a chat. He is still the same Howie.
I asked him about the band(s) this year, and he said he took his 100+ band and cut it back to 30. “I was tired of making threats” he said simply. And it’s true that half the people were in the band only because a) their parents made them and b) the trip to Hali.
I asked about jazz band and he said they’ve already been practicing for months, which is awesome. Anyone who cared about being in Howie’s bands always cared about jazz band more.
And of course I had to find out about my trumpets. There was a girl who got bumped into concert band and jazz band when I was in grade twelve who is only in grade eleven this year. She was a fantastic player so having just one outstanding trumpeter makes all the difference.
Okay. Band rant OVER.
Today we veg, tomorrow we party and New Year’s Day I am going back across the island sur le autobus avec Robert.
Oi vei.
To Leah, this song will forever unite us and the rest of Stan's combo.
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