Solo time. Sound so low that my skin vibrated with the deep timbre of the saxophone.
I walked to Jimmy Mak’s at 221 NW 10th Ave. (between Davis and Everett), just 12 blocks from the apartment where I used to live ...
... on a great Friday evening filled with funky, outta sight live music and a house packed with fans of the band.
You see, I knew the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, having enjoyed them outdoors a couple of times in my hometown of Jackson, Mississippi.
Women came on stage at the invitation of the band ...
... to dance ... 
... and groove to the music. Impossible to remain still. Fine fun.My older son Lamont joined me once he got off at 3 Doors Down Cafe, the restaurant where he used to work. Always great to enjoy live music together, always.
After the show he walked me to the bus stop a few blocks away on Burnside in front of Powell's Books. Not long after, I boarded the 20 and rode on home.
3 comments:
you got up close. did you get on the stage and dance also?
You captured talent and fun!
Some great action photos here.
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