Jazz festival
Having previously posted on happenings in the hinterlands, it seems only fair to mention that although Menningarnótt has passed in the hofuðborg, the 20 day Jazz festival continues.
I think the main reason I like to listen to jazz live is that there, like at classical concerts, I feel no need whatsoever to sing along. Which is really good, since I have a terrible voice. Seriously.
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I was already thinking about my brother Billy, who played the trumpet, and loved jazz, on my way into the city, but while talking to Einar during coffee, well, he expressed his condolences. He had not seen me since my brother died, of course, but knew it had happened. Almost six months ago now.