Here is what I saw last night:
A restaurant with live music.
The live music was an old man.
The old man was dressed in a business casual grandfather sort of way, in pressed khaki slacks and a short-sleeved button-down shirt.
The old man was playing the marimba.
By “playing the marimba,” I mean hitting it sporadically, not necessarily creating any sort of melody or rhythm.
The old man was also singing what I can only describe as a “sailor song,” meaning that it had kind of that yo-ho-ho quality to it.
The man’s voice was rather high and warbled.
The restaurant patrons did not look like they were loving the music.
And that is why this was the best thing ever: it made my day.
No comments:
Post a Comment