By Jazz, You Mean Swing...And By Swing, You Mean Queen

This weekend has been jazz festival weekend in Cork. My roommate and I went into the city yesterday and it was a lot of fun. First, we saw a blonde middle aged female rapper. Naturally. At the Jazz Festival. We listened to her for a few minutes. We were so taken aback when she rhymed circadian rhythmn that we forgot to actually listened to what she rhymed it with.

We then moved onto guys drumming and playing on a guitar and they were really good.

And then we passed the pub we always go to and I saw a sign for the Swinging Blue Cats. There was no way that I was going to pass that up. So we went in and listened for a while and had a lot of fun. They played Glenn Miller, Louis Jourdan, Cab Calloway, Brian Setzer, Cherry Poppin Daddies and then naturally Queen "Crazy Little Thing Called Love."

We left there and found this cute hot chocolate shop where I got milk/white/dark chocolate and my roommate got cinnamon and nutmeg hot chocolate (it tastes like fall, so I'm told) and with our hot chocolates came little mixed chocolate drops. Like tiny Hershey kisses. We drank our hot chocolates while watching the marching band that was coming down the street. After the day, as my roommate put it, she would like music to accompany her whenever she goes shopping.

Later that day, because you can't have too much jazz festival, we bundled up and went back up. What the intended plan was to find a bar and chill and listen to jazz music. What actually happened was approximately four hours of straight dancing. We found a bar with live music and although it was packed, we danced for a while. Then we went to this bar which was the same bar which had traditional music playing in the first week we were in Cork. Tonight though it was a DJ. And you know it's going to be a good time when "Doncha" is the first song you here when you come in. We had a good time dancing although we managed to bring the age down by like forty years.

Overall it's just a fun weekend. People jamming in the street and the entire city comes out. Ironically I've heard no traditional jazz music yet. There's still time though, the festival ends tomorrow.