Band of Two

Friday evening was Amrit's bon-voyage; it was a typical dinner at Cactus Club followed by a not-so typical jamming session on Granville St.
While in school, where guitars lie around classrooms, lounge, and who knows where's, Isabel and I have picked up a new hobbie; jamming! With amature skills and high spirits, we began to, Isabel with her guitar and me with my random instruments, play tunes everywhere we went. Including the streets!

Haha, and you thought you'd never see the day!
I was surprised when people actually came to watch us instead of turning the other way. And we even got a "fan" named Brad. We're just one step away from fame!
Oh, and just for the record, the change in the casket is my own.


The night fled fast and came morning, followed by noon at Granville Island. When your relatives visit Vancouver from across borders, Granville Island makes at least top ten on the destination list. With its artistic and friendly ambiance, I think it shows off a liberated and creative lifestyle that takes up a small place in everyone's hearts. It's made up of independent artists, including a wide variety of musicians, photographers, magicians, and all that good stuff, making it an ideal place for a easy, pleasant daytime chill.

It's the perfect place for the Jazz Festival's free shows; every year, it never disappoints me. Saturday's five o'clock show was by a local nu-jazz group called Bess Durey Band, with Bess Durey, the vocalist's, youthful and floating voice and some serious hippie lyrics. I enjoyed their unique style of something that sounds a lot like Elizabeth Shepherd.

As I sat enjoying the music and my icecream, I felt something on my head... A pigeon poop. According to Soo and Chris, it's supposed to be good luck... I'm tryna stay positive here! But seriously... DAMMIT.

Today's show was really amazing. It was by one of my favorites, the Grand Trine, with vocal, bass, keyboard, and trumpet. And no pigeon poop.