At the Nothin But… bar, free quality music on a Monday night. Still amazed that I have a variety of choices of things to do here on a typical night, let alone for free and on a Monday. It’s amateur night, but my ear’s more inexperienced than the musicians: it all sounds great to me. It’s exaggeration to refer to the venue as big enough to be considered a hole in the wall, but that doesn’t take away from the night. It’s a Monday and I’m bobbing my head to great blues for free.
Travel thousands of miles from college in Philadelphia to meet a Philadelphian. Living all of 10 blocks from my dorm, a saxophonist I encountered in the bar is traveling Europe on a $5,000 grant from his fine arts school. Must be nice: coupla grand to blow around the continent with. Makes me doublethink paying so much for school, realizing how much could be done with that money otherwise and how much I’ve learned for free… then again, wasting (?) money on school doesn’t preclude me from anything, really. I guess the maxim holds: the best things in life, and a good deal of nice things like tiny bars with live acts on weekdays, are free.