Sometimes when you’re chilling at work and receive an email about a show that evening you get a little excited that maybe it’ll be super fun and you should probably go. I met Kathryn after she finished her running session and she needed food.
We walked to the dead end street and the band was on stage, getting ready to play. Surrounded by them in the dead end street were probably 50 kids, with about 1/3 as many parents. This was a very small neighborhood event, almost like a block party on a Tuesday, with kids running around like nuts popping balloons and hitting the great clips mascot with blow up bowling pins. I had a brief glimpse into my future and my heart skipped a beat.
After making a comment about the insanity of the kids playing on the Divvy bikes at the nearby station Kathryn talked about not letting our kids do that, or keeping them in control. I really hope she’s right. Otherwise that’s what they call paper trading.
After getting her fed we moved from the curb to the seats. Since most folks were just hanging around trying to keep their kids from going nuts we somewhat had the seats to ourselves, although a girl walking a random dog (she didn’t own the thing) kept coming by us and so we pet it a few times, but mostly we were by ourselves.
The drizzle started but we were safely under a tree and so surprisingly we didn’t get wet. We were commended by a local member of the community for sitting out there without an umbrella, but, really I got maybe 2 drips on my pants. We didn’t melt.
They played some well known songs, My Girl, Chicago, and then played our wedding song, the Cissy Strut. My issue was that they called them the Funky Meters, but what’re you gonna do. It’s cool to see some dudes bringing that song back. The music was a fun blend of New Orleans style jazz playing some known tunes. The crowd was obviously a little mixed, but after spending an afternoon in the hot sun and hydrating all day I can see how this stuff can really throw down, and a good time could be had by all. They had a nice swing and even though they were playing to a bunch of non-attentive kids adn their parents they were still having fun. They cut it early so their instruments wouldn’t rust but maybe I’ll see them at Jeff fest.