Last night I went to a little jazz club with 'The Sam,' her man, her foreign couch-crasher, her friend Jacob and Mr. A. It was a cramped, noisy, well-worn bar and it was awesome. My favorite thing about musicians is watching how they play.

The drummer moved stiff and erratically, like a zombie.

The bassist moved his head, and his eyes fluttered with every finger stroke. My guess is by he end of a show he has a very stiff neck and a headache.

The trumpeter was long and lean like his trumpet, and he moved jut as fluidly and he played.

The guy with the sax looked like such a beatnik. He was a tall broad guy who slowly shank as he used his breath.

They were ridiculously good.