Today is Sunday and my morning started by transporting a vibraphone from my daughter’s school to a jazz club (nice) in town for a regional competition. By 11am the whole school jazz band (my daughter on alto sax) were tootling and noodling away on stage. The setting was like a late night club – no clue what tine of day it is once you’re in there.
We had to be in by 10am to listen to the previous act and also stay for the band that followed. So by midday I had sat through two hours of very well played jazz in a dark club. Two hours is quite a long time, particularly when it’s a genre of music that isn’t my first choice. But there was plenty to admire and live music of any stripe is a good way to spend time.
But I will admit that on a few occasions I was drifting away. The slower numbers can be long and soporific. My own circadian rhythms were in disarray due to the setting and the music. The vibraphone and I were back on the road at 12:30pm in bright sunshine but it felt like the wee small hours. I got home and my eldest teenage son had only just woken up fior the day and my wife had gone out for lunch. It felt weird.
I know festivals can sonetines have people on at strange times but are there other stories out there in a similar vein? Did you see Johnny Thunders once perform a lunchtime set at the Savoy? Have you seen the Wiggles at 3am, out of their minds on drugs?