The Doorman’s Diary: 7.28.12

When they walked into the jazz club it was clear. Summer had walked in. Summer was in the form of a black couple dressed in white. The woman wore a white pants suit with white-frame glasses. The man with white suit, white collar-less shirt, and white brim hat. Even his beard was frosted in white. They were cool. When Mr. & Ms. Summer were seated they got to enjoy a dynamic trio—jazz guitar, electric bass, and drums. The jazz guitarist alternated between angry-hornet, superfast playing and intricate fingered rhythms. I greeted two other couples of note beside the epitome of summer couple. There was a couple decked out in black leather that hopped off their Harley and a cute couple with three young kids out celebrating their 12^th wedding anniversary. There was also a lone wolf who sat at the bar writing in his notebook (different from the notebook-man who is a regular) and a tall, slender cute wolfette who grabbed a table and enjoyed a couple hours of jazz.

The Doorman's Diary 6.22.12

Friday nights draw out cheapskates. More than once, people charged through the door and were flabbergasted to learn that there's a $5 cover charge. I tell them that this is a club and we have live music performed by professional musicians. They either have realization and pay or look at me blank faced and eyes blinking as though I asked them to write 500 words about the impact of molecular science on deep-space wormhole research. One cream-color linen sport-coat guy said he just dropped off his date at her condo because she has health issues and can't stay out late. They had passed our club and the unhealthy date had pointed and said: "Jazz club," which peaked his interest. He had stopped in to have a nightcap--a single drink. I waved him in. He said he wasn't from here so it would likely be just the one drink. I inquired as to where he"s from, expecting an exotic locale. He mentions a neighborhood probably seven or eight miles away. He stuck around for several drinks, made numerous trips outside to smoke, and talked incessantly about bringing a large group here and could we add tables here and there since they will want to mingle and walk around. As the night wore on, he wore thin. 

  back alley walk

I sort through the conflux 

of my thoughts

                       - JW, 5-2-12