Jazz. Yeah.

Winter                                                                Seed Catalog Moon

To the Dakota tonight with my sweetie.  Warren and Sheryl attended this KBEM event, too.  The featured performers Charmin and Shapira are an improbable match.  He, Shapira, looks like a televangelist who maybe slipped along the line, and plays the guitar at times like Jimmy Hendrix.  At other times like a piano.  He’s subtle and smooth.

Charmin could be a smaller Billy Holliday with a great range and soulful tone that comes out easily.  She sang standards, a nice piece by Thelonius Monk and another I imagine was part of Gershwin’s songbook.

They were backed up a trio with a tenor sax, bass and drums.  All of the musicians were excellent.  I have a special fondness for the dreamy riffs that come from the saxophone and this guy was good.

The Dakota is a local treasure, a Minnesota Treasure, like the Japanese National Treasure’s.  They put out quality food and music.

The wind, must have been 10 mph or so, blasted us as we left and the below or right at zero reading made for punishment.  Glad to get to the car.

 

Steady Heat Theory

Winter                                                                 Seed Catalog Moon

The stove’s thermostat got fixed today.  Now I can maintain a constant temperature without the highs and lows of previous days.  One of those things I always meant to get around to and now is done.

Returning to normal life, the daily flow of dogs and learning and writing and exercise. 10002012 05 01_4113That’s good.  Over the last few years I’ve noticed a gradual resistance to travel, partly to air travel in particular, but also to leaving home and its comforts.  Once I get away a lot of the old buzz comes back and I enjoy the new place, the differences in culture and the natural world.  The beds are never as good away.

Not sure I said anything about the fact that the Bronco’s won their game on Sunday. There were a lot of people excited about it.  At the rodeo the announcer (the scumbag) asked several times, “Are there any Bronco fans in here!”  When I took the rental car back to Enterprise, one of the check-in people, maybe their supervisor was shaking an orange pom-pom to guide us.  He was very enthusiastic with it, even jumping and down a couple of times.

When I got out, he asked me if I liked the pom-pom.  I said something like, “Uhhh.”  It’s sort of a weird thing to do since folks returning rental cars are almost always going to be from somewhere else.  And they, like me I imagine, aren’t Bronco fans.