bad theory, Roy Hargrove, and new wheels

Today was probably the worst Jazz Improv class I've had all summer. Not only was my voice on the rocks, but my brain was as cloudy as the sky tonight on my way to Roy Hargrove... but I digress. I woke up at 11:31, missing the complimentary breakfast that ends at 11:30. Everything was over my head in the class, seeing as I'm the only non-instrumentalist, as well as not being a music major and never taking music theory, so all the numbers and chords were just confusing and dumb to me. After class, I was sure that I was going to break down crying but for some reason it didn't happen. Miraculous.

Sheridin and I rushed out to find a restaurant, eventually ending up at one that had Guido in its name, chosen mainly for that reason. I got a pizza with tomatoes, artichokes, and spinach on it in honor of Allison Kinney of Biddiewatch and her love of artichokes. I must say, it was delicious. Artichokes ftw.

After dinner/lunch, I watched the movie "I Love You, Man" before heading out to the Roy Hargrove concert. I was cutting it close as far as time goes, and as I told my best friend, I really had no idea where I was going. I know the general area of the Jazz Festival, but there are confusing blockades and about a million venues, and EVERYTHING is in French. Also, a literal blanket of clouds came in swiftly and a huge storm broke out while I was looking for the theatre. I asked a few guards and they, of course, only spoke French. Then I asked at the information station, where I was told to go down some stairs and follow the signs... but these stairs led to boarded up doors and no signs. I decided to look for someone of my usual caliber - a bartender at a beer station. Naturally, she was probably the most helpful person I met, and directed me to Theatre Maisonneuve. Unfortunately, once I was inside the Place de Arts, I got lost again. I'm obviously brilliant at directions. Luckily, I found some bilingual Canadians who could interpret the signs and we made it to the concert with lots of time to spare (and by we, I mean myself and the random women who helped me). I probably should have just made arrangements to go with the guys who were going to the concert. Oops!

Roy Hargrove is an absolute BAMF and wore awesome Nike kicks with his tux, as well as what looked like classic Ray Ban sunglasses. His band was amazing, especially his piano player. He was absolutely amazing, and for me even managed to over-shadow Roy Hargrove, which is not an easy task.