Last night, I went to the Jazz Festival to see the Nikki Yanofsky concert. First off, I have to admit that I mostly veer towards listening to rock and punk music, although I have a bit of a soft spot in my heart for musicals (I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to admit out loud that I enjoy the music from Mamma Mia!, although it is entirely ABBA), and that I tend to dismiss jazz as “not being my style.” That said, I have to say that I enjoyed last night’s concert a lot, and even found myself singing along to the songs on more than one occasion. That last one could probably be attributed to the small quantity of beer that I was drinking clashing with my susceptibility to alcohol. Then again, I may have just been enjoying myself that much (to the likely displeasure of everyone standing near me, since I’m a terrible singer).
The only reason that I didn’t have an even better time was because of the rain. Not only did it feel like it was raining bullets, but it kept going on and off, like someone who feels indecisive about whether to turn the lights on or to just leave them off and ends up burning out the bulbs because he keeps flipping the switch every couple of seconds. In any case, everyone just pulled out their umbrellas or put on their rain coats and dealt with it until the end of the concert, which was impressive. A fun experience overall, but I personally could have gone without getting that drenched, and I sincerely hope that the next time will be considerable drier.