Went to the jazz concert at Phipp's. It was okay, but I didn't really care for the vocals. The woman singing had a fantastic voice, but there's something really incredibly unsatisfying to me about the written melodies of most (especially standard) jazz songs, in contrast to instrumental tunes, incredibly in contrast to how the solos sounded, in contrast even to when she started to scat a bit. Or something. I'm not sure what it is exactly.
Anyway, I saw Kat-the-cellist-whose-last-name-I-always-f
lli from a distance, but I've never met her, so who knows. It was at least by all appearances a hiply-bespectacled mom and daughter enjoying the show.
And, glurgh, I'm 90 pages from the end of "Modern Mind" but my eyes and brain are giving out. Can't stand much more reading today.
Anyway, I saw Kat-the-cellist-whose-last-name-I-always-f
lli from a distance, but I've never met her, so who knows. It was at least by all appearances a hiply-bespectacled mom and daughter enjoying the show.And, glurgh, I'm 90 pages from the end of "Modern Mind" but my eyes and brain are giving out. Can't stand much more reading today.