Tonight we had the chance to go to a jazz concert at the Teatro Municipale. It was provided by a clarinetist and pianist, and was truly excellent. Provided you closed your eyes.
However, upon opening them, you saw... the jazz ballerina. The clarinetist was acrobatic, to say the least. I'm not sure exactly how to describe it, but it was a cross between personal training, complete with lunges and squats, ballet (think pirouettes), and what Angela called Zeimbekiko -- a drunken Greek dance. We were waiting for him to misstep and trip on himself the entire time. At first it was distracting. And then it was flat out hilarious. Meanwhile, the pianist was entirely unflappable.
Well worth the price of admission.
Love,
Alexandra
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