Thursday, 12 July 2012

All that jazz

I listen to jazz.  I love jazz.  Especially the chaotic, instrumental kind.  I like the unpredictable mess of sound.  Sometimes the crazy, cacophony and randomness of sounds reminds me of the mess inside my own head.

A couple of years ago I went to a jazz club with a friend.  The club was a club in the sense that it had members not in the night club sense.  It was an uncomfortable experience going in.  As guests and not paid members we had no clue what was going on or the protocol required.  We made our way to a table for 2 and sat for a bit before we realized that we'd have to go fetch our own drinks.  One of us went up to the bar while the other held the table. Finally drinks secured we sat and waited for the performance to begin. We were sipping our drinks when a rude man who acted like we were idiots came and told us that we were sitting at Joanne's table and we'd have to move.  We embarrassedly shuffled to the only seats we could find which were cheap folding chairs at the back.  But then the music started.

I was transformed.  It was crazy, all over the place and absolutely perfect.  My friend hated it.  We left.  But my life was changed forever.  That friend and I no longer speak.