...to you.
I'm supposed to apologize right now, usually bloggers and self proclaimed journalists hold to the rule of updating early and updating often. With the temps reaching the negatives and the snow and ice piling up on my dead-end street there seems to be little excuse why my motivation to write has dwindled. Perhaps the mess that was the holidays was a deterrent: dad ended up in ICU, sibs fresh from east coast grad school complained of the cold, mother being mother...
After a short fiasco with the family pre-new years eve, I dragged my girlfriend over to St. Anthony Main's Picosa to see an old friend, Doug Little. In high school he used put together jazz groups together, talked about his travels in Cuba and welcomed in various musical aficionados into his lowly uptown crib. I was extremely jealous.
In true depressing Minnesota fashion, He never showed up...I ended up downing a shot Canadian Club and a Jameson and Coke while listening to a second rate latin combo. I spyed a rugged old soul in the corner with a funky looking fedora and plenty of hand bling. He talked with the band post set, I thought I recognized him.
more, later...
-JKG
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