Yesterday I let Ryan persuade me to join him for his Jazz class. The prof had set up a little concert and was welcoming one and all to come and enjoy the music. So I made that my lunch break.
He'd gotten some really talented local folks together. They demonstrated freeform jamming, improvising on a theme, and finished with a more rigidly structured piece.
In between there was a sort of beat-era piece in which he enlisted a few of the voiced from the audience to intone a spooky refrain along with the saxophone. At the culmination, a loud-voiced young woman (also from the audience) gave a dramatic reading of a poem about raindrops.
It was all I could do to keep from snapping my fingers. A good time was had by all, and I came away with a strong urge to take up the bongos.Posted by James at February 13, 2004 12:42 PM