Jazz night

Last night, we were able to catch one of Paul's colleague's son guest on the sax at Jazz Night at the Hunter-Gatherer.

My exposure to jazz is extremely and I guess, embarrassingly, limited. As is my recognition of the really good sections--it's kind of like listening to a rallying song in a foreign country and you kind of cheer when everyone else does--but in my classic "fake it till you make it" style, I definitely clapped when everybody else started applauding during a solo or I'm assuming, a thoroughly intricate jazzy riff.

That said, I was really impressed by our friend's son--at 14, not only was he pretty darn good, his appreciation and passion for jazz were sweetly contagious.