Newsletter is almost done. Yay. Although I'm kind of concerned that there's some style changes that would be nice, I think for the first issue that I have to do, I'll stick close to the original style for now.

Rob's brother returned home yesterday after spending the week out here in Seattle. The three of us went to a jazz performance Thursday night, part of the Earshot Jazz Festival. It wasn't exactly the sort of jazz I usually listen to, but it was pretty interesting. I must admit, though, I prefer my concerts to include musicians who are all playing from basically the same sheet of music :) The first group we listened to, it was hard to tell that any of them actually knew how to play their instruments. When the saxophonist hit some of those screechy "I didn't use the reed correctly" notes, it was pretty painful. Apparently this is appreciated, though, in other jazz circles. I kept thinking about how it sounded like my cherub Chris when he was first learning to play clarinet.

Rob was up to his usual evil tricks. His brother had the foresight to pile his jacket into the seat between them. I unfortunately sat right next to my husband, which enabled him to lean over and provide me with his insights into this different musical style. We were in the front row; it's a good thing the music was loud or they'd have been able to hear us giggling.

I suppose it goes to show what a traditionalist I am at heart. It was an interesting night, but it left me exhausted and I couldn't go out on Friday to hear more of the same sort of music. In a lot of ways, I'm sorry I didn't go; it would've been a broadening experience. Plus then Richard wouldn't have been scared out of his wits that Rob was going to offer his personal musical critique when the Friday night musician came and chatted to him during intermission. Rob, of course, had been busily commenting to Richard during the performance so I don't blame him for being scared that Rob might mention to the dude what he really thought of their set. :)

Newsletter is almost done. Yay. Although I'm kind of concerned that there's some style changes that would be nice, I think for the first issue that I have to do, I'll stick close to the original style for now.

Rob's brother returned home yesterday after spending the week out here in Seattle. The three of us went to a jazz performance Thursday night, part of the Earshot Jazz Festival. It wasn't exactly the sort of jazz I usually listen to, but it was pretty interesting. I must admit, though, I prefer my concerts to include musicians who are all playing from basically the same sheet of music :) The first group we listened to, it was hard to tell that any of them actually knew how to play their instruments. When the saxophonist hit some of those screechy "I didn't use the reed correctly" notes, it was pretty painful. Apparently this is appreciated, though, in other jazz circles. I kept thinking about how it sounded like my cherub Chris when he was first learning to play clarinet.

Rob was up to his usual evil tricks. His brother had the foresight to pile his jacket into the seat between them. I unfortunately sat right next to my husband, which enabled him to lean over and provide me with his insights into this different musical style. We were in the front row; it's a good thing the music was loud or they'd have been able to hear us giggling.

I suppose it goes to show what a traditionalist I am at heart. It was an interesting night, but it left me exhausted and I couldn't go out on Friday to hear more of the same sort of music. In a lot of ways, I'm sorry I didn't go; it would've been a broadening experience. Plus then Richard wouldn't have been scared out of his wits that Rob was going to offer his personal musical critique when the Friday night musician came and chatted to him during intermission. Rob, of course, had been busily commenting to Richard during the performance so I don't blame him for being scared that Rob might mention to the dude what he really thought of their set. :)