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Tonight, I packed up my saxophone and drove to jazz band in Vista. It's held at a drumstore where Luke takes his lessons, and apart from him, the players don't know each other, yet we're still able to groove with each other and make some sweet music. It's kind of strange, but by jamming with each other for a bit, musicians can get a general feel of how it is to know each person - this applies to our group. Being held in a drumstore, our combo has three drummers that rotate on the set and on auxiliary. There's Luke of course (not much to say about that), but then there's David and Jesus-Kid. David's going to Palomar, and I learned that he shares my passion for recognizing and reciting obscure MXC quotations embedded in conversation (Right you are, Ken). Jesus-Kid is the nickname we call someone named Matt because of his hair, but he doesn't know of his nickname. I think he's either a freshman/sophmore, and he's a frail white kid with a meek voice, yet he enjoys reciting gangsta rap lyrics periodically(Snoop D-O-dubba-G). Then there's Brian, our guitarist, who recently crossed over to jazz. He has mutton chop sideburns and a ponytail that goes all the way down his back, yet he's as comfortable playing Bach and swing as grunge. The newest addition to the combo is a guy named Martin, who plays trumpet. He thinks everything is "sick" and enjoys dissonant chords which either makes things sound flippin sweet or it makes you pause in puzzlement. It just amazes me how people of such differing backgrounds can just come together under the pretense of making some sweet jazz and then get perfectly along with each other. I'm not so sure where I'm going with this, but we have a gig coming up in the near future if anyone is interested, and if you want to come jam with us, anyone can come so get a hold of me. If you aren't musically inclined, go learn how to play an instrument! Peace out.