Since I am a person with high liking in change I try to have my mind as open as possible...New ideas, as far as general and personal concepts, are always welcomed - sometimes they are analyzed before tried, others they are tried and then pondered upon - and rarely if ever dismissed. It was in this frame of mind that I attended a jazz concert yesterday night. Well concert is not what it really was. I will rephrase. A band of ten musicians in a bar called barGurubar playing jazz music. That's what it was. Anyhow, I attended. I have heard jazz before in my life, but never really endeavored in it, nor can I say that it became my favorite. But the music I heard was at the very least ... music. It required knowledge and skill, as well as emotion to play it. All these however were taken through a couple of CD's. When a friend offered a real - live - experience, I felt compelled to try. I know that I am not a calm person, nor do I have the ability to be still. In any sense (hell, I even avoid sleeping until I fall down)!
When we walked in the place I couldn't help myself and I laughed. Not because of the jazz music, that was not playing at the entry level (ground floor - restaurant) but because of the decoration. I soon realized that my friend attended the place for business and "personal" reasons, which left me with ample time to look around and observe. I really have to cut that down...it is killing me, and gets me into too many problems. Anyway, the place looked like a cheap Japanese whorehouse. You know the ones with dim pink lighting, fluffy cords of pink surrounding pink umbrellas etc. ? Well, if you don't, go there and tell me about it. I couldn't help but laugh. When I shared my observations with my friend he just burst out laughing as well. So, when we were done laughing, it was time for alcohol. I went to the bartender, a tall guy, around 1.90, the kind I can look straight up at, with a shaved head, and shaved arms and I bet my ass shaved chest and asshole as well. Unfortunately I realized the last two characteristics only when he talked to me. What the fuck?!?!
Is there any place or any post that they haven't taken over yet?
I grabbed my beer, went to the safety of a wall behind me, and crawled up to the second floor, away from the eyes of the big bloke that looked at me with an expression that I don't want to deal with. And I entered into what I will call: JaZz....
Jazz music playing, slow and nonchalant, with pinching sounds from instruments that you never knew they could do that. Mesmerizing atmosphere, but so empty...As if vivid colors, and life pulsing with intense had disappeared. At first I was drawn into it. With a few outbursts from the drums or the bass (both hold a special place in my preferences) that brought me back to reality, I managed to stay awake. Around me the total of ten people divided into groups of two, three, and five enjoyed their night. Not drinking, not doing anything, the group of five didn't even talk to each other, only stood there, listening. I was awed. I was there for only half an hour and I was done with my second drink...! And then it happened. A band of what maybe great musicians walked up to the stage, assumed position, introduced themselves, and started playing.
I never though that I would hear something more slow from what I heard five minutes before, but it actually happened...
I barely managed to keep my eyes open (due to a very good looking young lady sitting in the group of five-now around ten, still doing the same thing) and it took me another twenty or so minutes before I grabbed my friend who was done business wise and head out...
I respect others, only because I want them to respect me, so what I am going to write down is with utter respect and is only my personal opinion. How the fuck can they stand it? And by they I mean those who are jazz music fans, and by it I mean the total, useless, and numbing state that it brings upon? I respect their choice, but since I now have a brief, yet personal experience, I would very much like to know how they made it. What kind of other experiences did they have before resolving there?
I have used most of the modern narcotic substances. None gave me that feeling. None ever made me feel so "slow". Please, if anyone outhere is a jazz fun, I beg of you?!?! Please explain to me how, and why...I really need to know why, because I cannot figure it out on my own!!!
Now, if you will excuse me, I have something extreme to do to get back to my senses...
When we walked in the place I couldn't help myself and I laughed. Not because of the jazz music, that was not playing at the entry level (ground floor - restaurant) but because of the decoration. I soon realized that my friend attended the place for business and "personal" reasons, which left me with ample time to look around and observe. I really have to cut that down...it is killing me, and gets me into too many problems. Anyway, the place looked like a cheap Japanese whorehouse. You know the ones with dim pink lighting, fluffy cords of pink surrounding pink umbrellas etc. ? Well, if you don't, go there and tell me about it. I couldn't help but laugh. When I shared my observations with my friend he just burst out laughing as well. So, when we were done laughing, it was time for alcohol. I went to the bartender, a tall guy, around 1.90, the kind I can look straight up at, with a shaved head, and shaved arms and I bet my ass shaved chest and asshole as well. Unfortunately I realized the last two characteristics only when he talked to me. What the fuck?!?!
Is there any place or any post that they haven't taken over yet?
I grabbed my beer, went to the safety of a wall behind me, and crawled up to the second floor, away from the eyes of the big bloke that looked at me with an expression that I don't want to deal with. And I entered into what I will call: JaZz....
Jazz music playing, slow and nonchalant, with pinching sounds from instruments that you never knew they could do that. Mesmerizing atmosphere, but so empty...As if vivid colors, and life pulsing with intense had disappeared. At first I was drawn into it. With a few outbursts from the drums or the bass (both hold a special place in my preferences) that brought me back to reality, I managed to stay awake. Around me the total of ten people divided into groups of two, three, and five enjoyed their night. Not drinking, not doing anything, the group of five didn't even talk to each other, only stood there, listening. I was awed. I was there for only half an hour and I was done with my second drink...! And then it happened. A band of what maybe great musicians walked up to the stage, assumed position, introduced themselves, and started playing.
I never though that I would hear something more slow from what I heard five minutes before, but it actually happened...
I barely managed to keep my eyes open (due to a very good looking young lady sitting in the group of five-now around ten, still doing the same thing) and it took me another twenty or so minutes before I grabbed my friend who was done business wise and head out...
I respect others, only because I want them to respect me, so what I am going to write down is with utter respect and is only my personal opinion. How the fuck can they stand it? And by they I mean those who are jazz music fans, and by it I mean the total, useless, and numbing state that it brings upon? I respect their choice, but since I now have a brief, yet personal experience, I would very much like to know how they made it. What kind of other experiences did they have before resolving there?
I have used most of the modern narcotic substances. None gave me that feeling. None ever made me feel so "slow". Please, if anyone outhere is a jazz fun, I beg of you?!?! Please explain to me how, and why...I really need to know why, because I cannot figure it out on my own!!!
Now, if you will excuse me, I have something extreme to do to get back to my senses...
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About Jazz dearest Res
I've been there watching live jazz, I was sitting down though and had 3-4 beers until I left, admiration for jazz comes from the pure and slow feeling it is supposed to offer you.
Its the place to relax. (The silence is strange I admit that)
But people in these places usually focus on the instrument sound and trip away in their mind (at least thats what I did)
There are people that understand jazz and people that understand rock or punk or whatever..
Its a matter of taste
your daughter.
Dear daughter...
Shouldn't you be doing something more interesting at this time of the day? What you write is a superficial idea that is sold throughout...If anyone is interested in the quality of the music, and the art of caressing a musical instrument, one is never limited into titles and genres of music...What I am simply stating is not against jazz, but rather against those who listen to it and follow it like blind puppies, lost in an image well promoted, but without any background...Dare I ask what are your knowledge about the field, since you appear to be a fun? A couple of names would satisfy my question...
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