I went to play a Sunday brunch gig at the Waynesville Inn and Country Club today and as we were getting ready to set up our equipment, the restaurant manager came up and said something like “you’re not playing today, I sent an email to the bandleader a few days ago. No more music for the Sunday brunch.” Well, isn’t that just grand. The leader of the trio got no such email and had an agreement (a verbal handshake agreement but legally binding nevertheless) that two weeks notice would be given if the music had to be discontinued. So I drive an hour for a $75 gig only to be turned away by a sketchy restaurant manager. Hissssssss! So where’s the happy ending with that you ask?
I don’t know what to say about this:
All of his other lessons can be found here:
Interesting expressions on people’s faces. The kid’s faces are naturally more curious and less concerned than the adults.
I came across an interesting entry in a listing of videotapes (pdf) produced by the National Security Agency, the largest of the US intelligence agencies, titled “Jazz in the USSR.” Running just over 46 minutes long and carrying a “For Official Use Only” classification, the 1985 program is described as a survey of jazz in the Soviet Union.
I wonder if this was made by some NSA employee/jazz fan attempting to make their job more fun or if there is more to it than that?
The oceans are getting louder thanks to global warming: