hitting a high note

After a not-so-hot week of being cornered by pregnant women and becoming discouraged by the intensive outreach we are expected to do for our adoption, heading out for a fun evening was just what the doctor ordered (the doctor being M).

One of our pleasures is going out to see live music. We love music of nearly every kind — blues, jazz, world, classical, rock, folk, etc. (I say nearly because while I’m not a huge country fan, I do like bluegrass; I’m not into heavy metal, but I do like punk; I’m not a huge opera fan, but can’t say I know all that many.) My point is we’re pretty open-minded about music, and we really enjoy the live music experience. 

Last night, we went to a world class jazz club to hear a phenomenal jazz quintet. The young sax player and bandleader played with such boundless joy and energy that it was impossible not to get swept up in the moment. He had such command of the stage and space, even with the improvisational chaos that can be live jazz. It didn’t hurt that we were sitting up against the stage, close enough to see the sweat glistening down their faces, the spit drip out of their horns, and the shine of their shoes. 

Sharing our table was a friendly couple from New Zealand, which just so happens to be near the top of our wish list of places to visit. We agreed how lucky we are to live in a place that world class musicians love to play and where enthusiastic listeners so appreciate the experience. This couple gave us their email and some tips, should we ever have a month to spare to head their way. Wouldn’t that be nice… 

We drank enough sake and beer to get a warm little buzz, and later stopped at one of our favorite spots on the way home for some late night nibblies. All in all, a perfectly lovely evening. Finding our own joy we were. And we didn’t need a babysitter.

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~ by luna on September 13, 2008.

14 Responses to “hitting a high note”

  1. Sounds like a delicious evening. May lead to a trip some day.

    Hubby’s at the Monolith Festival all weekend. At Red Rocks. Makes me think of you.

  2. Sounds like a great evening. Glad you had fun.

  3. Good for you! xo

  4. It sounds like a wonderful evening! And, its very cool that you met someone from a place you want to visit one day.

  5. Ah, to feel the unbridled of love and jazz and new friends! A great prescription!

  6. I’m so glad that you were able to end this difficult week on a high note, Luna. It sounds like a wonderful evening!

  7. What a great time! I believe you live in my general vicinity (I think?) and the hubby and I always feel lucky to live near such world class entertainment and restaurants.

  8. So glad you had such a lovely night!

  9. i love jazz!, so glad you had a lovely evening and met a great couple.

  10. Well, there are some perks to not having kids. DH said to me, “Do you want to go to New Zealand?” I said, “sure”. Then, he said, “if we don’t have a kid, we can go to New Zealand. If we do have a kid, then we won’t be going anywhere for a long time!” I’d love to do both!

  11. Dh & I don’t do this often enough! Sounds like a great time!

  12. Perfect! I’m so glad you had a lovely evening to make up for the sucky week.

    I too have had many an anguished, thought-provoking encounter with earth mothers (usually surrounded by midwives) at the hippy co-op. As if this whole process was all ecstatic manifestations of the f’in’ goddess or something…

  13. That sounds so fun! We had a different but still great childfree weekend of movie-marathons in bed, naps, and good wine at night. But it was rainy and awful here. Anyway, I’m glad you guys had a great time!

  14. […] 12. Live music, just enough beer for a buzz, and not having to get a babysitter? See Luna’s high note. […]

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