The Jazz Festival was an interesting experience.It went for a week starting last Saturday. We planned to go on the Sunday to a free concert, but the weather closed in and the rain was horizontal so we decided to give it a miss. So we tootled into the city this Saturday just gone for another free concert as the weather was magic blue skies and about 13 degrees. The gig was due to start at 12.00 but there were some major roadworks going on and we got majorly held up so we got to our brunch venue in Fitzroy at quarter to 12. We thought oh stink we have missed out, never mind, lets enjoy brunch.
While eating brunch we got our hands on a festival programme and we discovered that there was one more free concert at 5pm. We hummed and hahhed before deciding to hang around in the city until then. Fitzroy is a cool little place full of weird bookshops, music shops and fashion boutiques so we had a good walk around and a nose through many a shop. From there we went into the city proper (Fitzroy is on the city edge) and wandered around like tourists retracing some of our steps from when we came over in August. We plonked ourselves at Lorca Cafe and chilled out while the city whirled by. Just down from where we were a 5 piece jazz group turned up and set up right there on the footpath. They began belting out some aweome tunes. People were tapping their toes and dancing impromptu, it was great.
At about 4.30 we wandered up Swanston Street to Federation Square for the concert. By this time, the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped about 5 degrees, but we thought we would tough it out - it was a free concert after all! The sun went down and the lights came up and the band WAS CRAP. We had waited all that time and they were rubbish. Not that they couldn't play music, they just played the wrong type. It was the last day of the festival, and the last concert and it was freezing cold and they played quiet, subdued smoky bar jazz. Everyone was expecting some up tempo, lets get you all warm PUMP. We only lasted about 30 minutes before we baled out and headed home.
The guerilla set up on the side of the footpath band was the highlight, they were cool and funky and obviously enjoying what they were doing and having a real lark.
At about 4.30 we wandered up Swanston Street to Federation Square for the concert. By this time, the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped about 5 degrees, but we thought we would tough it out - it was a free concert after all! The sun went down and the lights came up and the band WAS CRAP. We had waited all that time and they were rubbish. Not that they couldn't play music, they just played the wrong type. It was the last day of the festival, and the last concert and it was freezing cold and they played quiet, subdued smoky bar jazz. Everyone was expecting some up tempo, lets get you all warm PUMP. We only lasted about 30 minutes before we baled out and headed home.
The guerilla set up on the side of the footpath band was the highlight, they were cool and funky and obviously enjoying what they were doing and having a real lark.
That's the sort of jazz I dig.
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