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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Lissy said…
At the jazz performance tonight, I ran into my second cousin, Einar. We've known each other for 30 years now, but we always go years and years in between doing anything together. Still I remember the concert at the church when I was 12, going to see Princess Bride at the theatre with him when I was 18, partying all through the night, ending up on the roof of his apartment, when I was 24, home at his parents when his daughter was first born. I see his sister much more regularly, once a year or so. So I know what is going on in his life, he knows what is going on in mine.

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.

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