Me llamo "Neck" & "Harlem Jazz Club"

So, I had to do a group project over the weekend.

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECK

Everyone decided that Starbucks was a good meeting spot (don't know why, the coffee is bad, and the internet is unusable). The only really enjoyable thing that happened was that when I told the "Barista" that my name was "Nick" (because they HAVE to write it on the cup), she wrote "Neck".
Background : With a Spanish accent, my name is not pronounced "Nick", it is pronounced "Neeck". This is because with the Spanish language, an "I" is pronounced as an "E" and the opposite is also true. So, whenever a Spaniard sees my name written, they pronounce is as "Neeck", or "Nee-cohlas".

And I love it more than anything in the world.

I felt bad for this girl on the Saxophone. The reed
broke maybe 30 seconds into the first of two songs
making her performance pretty off.

Also, finally found the Jazz club. And my gosh.
It was so much fun.
Just random people switching in and out with the house band playing the Blues all last night. Some people were amazing, some were okay, but overall it was great. The crowd was so enthusiastic, and everyone was completely into it.
Furthermore, like 5 minutes into the show some random dude sat next to me wearing a shinny (AND I MEAN SHINNY) leather jacket and a fedora. I decided that he had to be playing tonight because you can't just wear a fedora into a jazz club and not play. That's just... wrong. So I spent like 45 minutes trying to decide as to what I thought he was going to play. I ended up split between drummer and pianist because he didn't have an instrument with him. But then I happened to look down and see his WHITE Jazz Oxfords (don't know how I missed them). I knew instantly that no drummer would ever wear those and that he had to be a pianist.

That's him on the piano. Sitting down just wasn't
his thing.

I. Was. Right.
HAHAHA
This dude was a blue's playing machine. He was jumping around (while playing the piano AND singing,) and cuing off for others to solo and everything.


And (this I found hilarious) blues and jazz are only sung in English. I don't know if that's true for everywhere, but in Spain it is. So I absolutely love how they sing, in English, with the most American "blues" accent and then after the song is over they immediately switch back and ramble off in Catalan or Spanish at 2198712893 words-per-second. It was just astonishing how American they sounded when they sang and then when they spoke they completely lost any semblance of Americanism. It was wonderful.

Just a note, in the pictures, there are people sitting. There were maybe 10 people sitting, with the rest standing/clapping/jumping/cheering for the musicians.