Brother, can you spare a dime...?
May. 27th, 2007 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tea_and_inkLast night I was feeling kind of left aside, or better said ignored, by my family... Mousey can bare witness.
Then the best friend called and told me to get dressed, we were going out to our usual spot. That spot being this tiny little bar, west of here, where they have live music all the time, and often enough is good music, mind you.
So there we go and to my great and utterly pleasant surprise, they were having a Nina Simone night!
It was absolutely beautiful and I might actually love the best friend a bit more this morning.
The people that performed last night were perfectly brilliant, even those that only did a correct performance and took no risks with their versions of the songs. It was such an homage, I was honored to be there (I kid you not) because those folks put their hearts and souls up there in that stage for us to see and hear and enjoy, and that we did.
My family is still unrepentantly ignoring my cries for attention, but at this point I'm not really caring because my soul feels so much lighter and I can't stop humming "Feeling Good". Oh, may God bless Jazz and the people that love it.
Then the best friend called and told me to get dressed, we were going out to our usual spot. That spot being this tiny little bar, west of here, where they have live music all the time, and often enough is good music, mind you.
So there we go and to my great and utterly pleasant surprise, they were having a Nina Simone night!
It was absolutely beautiful and I might actually love the best friend a bit more this morning.
The people that performed last night were perfectly brilliant, even those that only did a correct performance and took no risks with their versions of the songs. It was such an homage, I was honored to be there (I kid you not) because those folks put their hearts and souls up there in that stage for us to see and hear and enjoy, and that we did.
My family is still unrepentantly ignoring my cries for attention, but at this point I'm not really caring because my soul feels so much lighter and I can't stop humming "Feeling Good". Oh, may God bless Jazz and the people that love it.
