Prohibition Jazz

An unusual weekend.

The ongoing soap opera that is my own, and other people's lives continued. Spent the bulk of the weekend with LBF, work ahving intervened in our efforts to atend the weekend Lemon Wedding

First we went to see The Original Rabbit's Foot Spasm Band, who play prohibition jazz. This is the haunt of JazzMan, who seems unable to do right by Schlingo. Of course, that's my definition of right, and trying to throw two people together because YOU think it'll work is potentially fraught.

It is a shame tho', because Schlingo is aces, and JazzMan seems like a nice fella, barring this one thing.

Anyway, that's their business, not ours.

As for the jazz, they're excellent, and much grooving was done, wheels greased with joyous lager, and the stench of gin and sympathy.

I was somewhat surprised by the youth of the crowd, but I suppose the hepcats that shook their bad things to jazz in the 20s and 30s were young 'uns, so there's no reason why they shouldn't be this time around.

Anyway, I commend them to you.