A Night of Jazz

The night I arrived in Paris, a Django Reinhardt album being played got me into a discussion with C & K about jazz. As a result, when figuring out the way to spend Saturday night, K suggested we hit up one of the many jazz clubs in Paris. Our first choice was sold out, but just down the street we found a small club with tickets available for a quartet with a tenor saxophonist, a pianist, a drummer and a stand-up bassist. We were so close to the stage I literally could have reached out to take the saxophone. The show began with an alright sax solo, but when the pianist took over we knew the night was going to be amazing. I do not know what drugs that pianist did before the show, but he was just unbelievable all night. His improvisations were incredible and the bass line laid down by the stand up bassist were perfect. Neither the bassist nor the pianist missed a note or a beat all night really. The sax was alright, really good on slower numbers, and the drummer was pretty solid all night long. They played for a total of over 3 hours with only a couple small breaks. It was a great show, and I could have literally just listened to the bass player and pianist go all night long.

After the show, we grabbed a quick bite because I was starving. Unfortunately, since the show went so late, after we ate the subway in Paris was closed down for the night. So, after a rather tame day of chapels, museums, jazz and pizza, we were stuck vying for cabs with hordes of drunk Parisians. Eventually we just started walking towards a train station and over an hour later found an empty cab to take us home. The end was a bit exhausting and did not do the night of music justice, but the thrill of the show still brought us all home with smiles on our faces.