Blues Alley Jazz Club

Blues Alley Jazz Club

I experienced my first actual Jazz Club. And It was awesome.

Along with my friends Karson, Courtney and Kali, I tasted my first tapas and visited my first Jazz Club in the same night. The Friday before Thanksgiving, we decided to try a restaurant in Georgetown called Bodega. The food was amazing, other than the dates and the flan (who eats flan? really?) both of which Karson ordered, the sangria was delicious and the company was entertaining to say the least. Our waiter's name was Juan, causing our whole table (Kali excluded) to say "Well we are from Texas!" as if that created a common bond between us. He smiled, extremely confused and then asked, "Habla espanol?"

To which we Texans studiously replied, with the required pinched fingers, "poquito".

After the meal, Karson mentioned that there was supposed to be a really authentic Jazz club in Georgetown. Cue iPhones.

Blues Alley Jazz Club is exactly what its name implies: a jazz club with an entrance in an alley. Anywhere other than Georgetown might warrant a second thought before walking down an alley. Luckily it was a paved, lighted alley, in Georgetown none the less.

I could not have dreamed up a more authentic "jazz club" setting.  Upon entering we are greeted by an Erykah Baduh-esque woman who obviously loves her Jazz as she sways while instructing us newbs what to do (like don't talk, or sing, or hum). The room is dark, like really dark, lit only by candles (fake, of course) siting on round tables draped with red table cloths that covered every square inch of the space. The ceiling is low, like really low, and the pictures on the wall remind you that bands with names like the "The Davey Brown Experience" and "The Charlie Parker Trio" once haunted this stage.

There are many reasons why I will definitely go to another Jazz club, including:

  1. The songs that last for more than 15 minutes
  2. The faces the band-members make
  3. The patrons that obviously are frequenters and don't hide the fact that they can tell you are new
  4. The hilarity that ensues when 30 or 40 people are packed into a room and no one can see their hands its so dark.

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