More Tuba

Bobby Badass was in town on Saturday. We celebrated with a night of food and booze. There in spirit for the festivities were: Joe Speaker via text message ("you know how I know you're gay? You're drinking a seabreeze") and AlCantHang. There in person for the festivities were: Karol, Dawn Summers, Kid Dynamite, and "The Two Man Brass Band".

Really, it was like something out of a David Lynch movie. Mid-drink, the music went dead, the lights dimmed, and the barman shouted out vaudeville style, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PRESENTIIIINNNNNNNNG - THE TWO MAN BRASS BAND!" Whereupon, two men standing right next to us produced a tuba and a trumpet and started wailing away, just the fattest brass sounds I've ever heard. They paraded through the bar for 15 minutes like this, transporting the dressed-head-to-toe-in-black patrons to a New Orleans funeral. A donation box was passed around, and when the 15 minutes were up, the barman handed it to the trumpet player, saying "Here you go, all yours. Except the box. I need that back." The tuba player then disappeared (no puff of smoke, unfortunately) and the trumpet player sat down at a table by himself and turned into a mannequin. The lights came back up, the music resumed, and everyone returned to their conversations as if nothing had happened.

Except for Bobby Badass. He turned to me and said "Not bad, but I think they needed more tuba."

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I'm adding elizabeth to the blogroll. I clicked through to her site once upon a time, long ago, after seeing a comment she left on Speaker's site. She seemed cool, if completely batshit crazy (no subway? really? how does one live in New York without using the subway?), but then I forgot to throw her in my bloglines and never visited her site again. Turns out, Bob met up with her before coming to my place on Saturday and, in his words, "she didn't completely suck". Good enough for me!