Anne and I attended a charity event last night. It was very well organized with silent and live auctions, and lots of good people lending their time to a worthy cause.
There was a 3 piece band playing lite jazz arrangements of pop classics. Everybody seemed to love their musical noodling.
Better yet, the drummer was an older lady who looked like a thoroughly depressed Gena Rowlands.
A morose senior hitting the jazz skins! More hi-hat? Piss off.