HH and I did something strange and unusual last night. We stayed home. June was the most ferocious jazz month in memory, with a series of performances that seemed unmissable (and many turned out to be that way). I'll spend most of the weekend writing about them and posting John's pictures. If I were Dakota jazz club owner Lowell Pickett (or any of his hard-working staff...Deborah or Joe or Leah or Sully or Dan or Sarah or John or Craig...) I'd spend it lying flat with a cold towel on my head. And congrats to Steve Heckler and Kevin Barnes and Pat Courtemanche et al. for a terrific Twin Cities Jazz Festival.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Aberrant behavior
HH and I did something strange and unusual last night. We stayed home. June was the most ferocious jazz month in memory, with a series of performances that seemed unmissable (and many turned out to be that way). I'll spend most of the weekend writing about them and posting John's pictures. If I were Dakota jazz club owner Lowell Pickett (or any of his hard-working staff...Deborah or Joe or Leah or Sully or Dan or Sarah or John or Craig...) I'd spend it lying flat with a cold towel on my head. And congrats to Steve Heckler and Kevin Barnes and Pat Courtemanche et al. for a terrific Twin Cities Jazz Festival.
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Can't wait to see (and read!). You guys DO live the life of the Road Runner (MEEP-MEEP!) Rest up.
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