Cyro Baptista
So last Saturday I, along with some friends, went to see Cyro Baptista; a Brazilian percussionist living in New Jersey.
The most eerie thing was walking past work on a Saturday in the dark. The building looked like a deserted husk, which it was I guess, as opposed to its usual bustling self. Also stopped by Tower Records and looked around for a bit. Why oh why do they have so much cool stuff? I wanted to spend vast amounts of money, but did not. Anyway, on with the show.
CB and his "band", Beat The Donkey, were really fun, I thought. The high point of the evening was undoubtedly when they did a rendition of Led Zeppelin's "Emigrant Song". Of course, also entertaining were the slightly-odd dancing stoners on the left of the auditorium. How well can you dance to oddly-rhythmed tambourine tapping, anyway?
All in all, it was pretty good. Afterwards, there was a "party" for the "young professionals" to get together and meet the group, etcetera. This was not the fun it was promised to be! It had been advertised as including free drinks and gourmet food. Well, the "free drinks" was actually one free passion-fruit martini, which was about the nastiest thing I've ever tasted. Take some asparagus, distill it, add a strawberry twist, and you've got something that might have tasted like this. And the "gourmet food" you ask? Little greasy greasy biscuit-things. Not cool.
As per the hostess' request, here is a brief synopsis on why the "Young Professionals" of DC decided that Cyro Baptista should be a cultural event. My first thought involved the band name. Beat the Donkey. To me, this smacks of some secretive Republican anti-Democrat propaganda. Only in DC would you find such. I'm kicking around some other theories, but thusfar none of them have panned out.
Rating: 7/10 for event, 1.5/10 for post-event party
The most eerie thing was walking past work on a Saturday in the dark. The building looked like a deserted husk, which it was I guess, as opposed to its usual bustling self. Also stopped by Tower Records and looked around for a bit. Why oh why do they have so much cool stuff? I wanted to spend vast amounts of money, but did not. Anyway, on with the show.
CB and his "band", Beat The Donkey, were really fun, I thought. The high point of the evening was undoubtedly when they did a rendition of Led Zeppelin's "Emigrant Song". Of course, also entertaining were the slightly-odd dancing stoners on the left of the auditorium. How well can you dance to oddly-rhythmed tambourine tapping, anyway?
All in all, it was pretty good. Afterwards, there was a "party" for the "young professionals" to get together and meet the group, etcetera. This was not the fun it was promised to be! It had been advertised as including free drinks and gourmet food. Well, the "free drinks" was actually one free passion-fruit martini, which was about the nastiest thing I've ever tasted. Take some asparagus, distill it, add a strawberry twist, and you've got something that might have tasted like this. And the "gourmet food" you ask? Little greasy greasy biscuit-things. Not cool.
As per the hostess' request, here is a brief synopsis on why the "Young Professionals" of DC decided that Cyro Baptista should be a cultural event. My first thought involved the band name. Beat the Donkey. To me, this smacks of some secretive Republican anti-Democrat propaganda. Only in DC would you find such. I'm kicking around some other theories, but thusfar none of them have panned out.
Rating: 7/10 for event, 1.5/10 for post-event party
posted by Fliven | 9:01 AM
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March 28th? Whats going on? Everything okay? You do know its the month of May, right? Its like you just skipped April! Come on! Update your blog :)
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