About 90 minutes ago, I was as happy as I’ve been in the past couple of years. I was 10 feet from Kurt Elling, listening to him dive into a great song that I’ve dug on his album time and time again. Birdland was beautiful, spacious, and welcoming. Kurt was amazing as always. His show had it all, great jazz, vocalese, Beat poetry, even Shakespeare. It was one of the best nights I’ve had in quite some time. Seeing him is right up there with seeing SITI.
Quite a change from the way the rest of this day went.
On the way home, though, was the saddest I’ve been in a while. I sat across the train from a homeless man who was so unconscious that he didn’t notice the kids playing around, touching him, and eventually leaving a bottle of liquor in a bag. They set it on his seat, exitted the train, and then watched through the door, hoping it would spill. It didn’t.
I have no idea what I’m going to do tomorrow. It’s the Richard Foreman show at night, though. That’s pretty darn exciting.
I heard 24 Hours went well, and sometimes great. Congrats, my friends.