Entry 168, September 13th, 2011, 1:27am (GMT +2)
I saw a New Orleans style, trad-jazz group today in Barcelona. There was a banjo, trumpet, and a piano. The banjo player sang as well, in a curious side-mouthed style that sounded like the old recordings (strange that he would work so hard to sound like a record player instead of actually singing). The trumpet player in particular sounded beautiful – he was an old guy, with not a lot of range left, but a really sweet tone and a nice feel for the old language. He's certainly more familiar with it than most trumpet players I know – cats may forget about it, but the old school is some hard shit.
It was great to see people come out of the upscale shopping boutiques with their pumping, cookie-cutter electro-Eurotrash bullcrap store soundtracks and start dancing to the trio outside.
Here's an interesting story. A crewmember from Jamaica was talking about a problem he had back home. His neighbor had six large dogs that would come over and poop all over his driveway twice a day – once in the morning, once in the evening. He talked to her a couple times, but she said, “tough,” and nothing changed.
“So what did you do?” we asked.
“Shot 'em.”
He shot the six dogs, and then threw their bodies over the fence into his neighbor's back yard! The group was split between horror and hilarity. “Dogs are dogs, you can always get more,” he explained. “I had a problem, and I solved it.” Apparently the neighbor never said anything, but did get some new dogs that never visited his driveway once.
Word to the wise: don't piss off Jamaicans. Also: life is hard on pets in Jamaica.
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