drollman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drollman) wrote,@ 2005-04-12 22:32:00 |
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Le boogie-woogie
Last night I went out with a couple happenin' American ladies (Morgan et Kelly) to check out a night of authentic Parisian jazz. I had visions of cool cats blowing their saxes in a mysterious, dark cellar. Drummers with oh-so supple wrists. Tables covered in candlewax. Goatees, turtlenecks, maybe even a little backroom heroin. The real deal, y'dig?
The place we went to:
LE SLOW CLUB
One of the oldest jazz clubs in Paris, the Slow Club has special, dedicated rythm 'n' blues nights every Wednesday and hip-hop nights every Sunday. It has a cult reputation among jazz enthusiasts across Europe, and the pretty, low-lying vaulted roof adds to the exclusive atmosphere. A few French rap stars have made this their favourite haunt.
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Are you kidding me? That sounds awesome, right? This would be one happenin' backroom heroin joint if there ever was one.
We arrived at 10:30. The place was completely empty. Slowly, older couples began filling the place up. I'm talking my parents age and up. It turned out that Friday night happened to be some sort of "Old People Swing Dancing To A Boogie-Woogie Band" Night.
Don't get me wrong. The whole experience was pretty awesome. I flirted with some hot grandmas, and even cut the rug once or twice. But if you're expecting me to get back to the U.S. and be all "I'm one hep cat", think again. I think "I'm one hep awkward and uncoordinated swing dancer" is a little more like it.
Last night I went out with a couple happenin' American ladies (Morgan et Kelly) to check out a night of authentic Parisian jazz. I had visions of cool cats blowing their saxes in a mysterious, dark cellar. Drummers with oh-so supple wrists. Tables covered in candlewax. Goatees, turtlenecks, maybe even a little backroom heroin. The real deal, y'dig?
The place we went to:
LE SLOW CLUB
One of the oldest jazz clubs in Paris, the Slow Club has special, dedicated rythm 'n' blues nights every Wednesday and hip-hop nights every Sunday. It has a cult reputation among jazz enthusiasts across Europe, and the pretty, low-lying vaulted roof adds to the exclusive atmosphere. A few French rap stars have made this their favourite haunt.
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Are you kidding me? That sounds awesome, right? This would be one happenin' backroom heroin joint if there ever was one.
We arrived at 10:30. The place was completely empty. Slowly, older couples began filling the place up. I'm talking my parents age and up. It turned out that Friday night happened to be some sort of "Old People Swing Dancing To A Boogie-Woogie Band" Night.
Don't get me wrong. The whole experience was pretty awesome. I flirted with some hot grandmas, and even cut the rug once or twice. But if you're expecting me to get back to the U.S. and be all "I'm one hep cat", think again. I think "I'm one hep awkward and uncoordinated swing dancer" is a little more like it.
