Bewilderment and unease rippled through the crowd when the masked figure proclaimed that he would be this evening’s entertainment.
“Y’all here for JJ Doom?” he asked through a suspiciously familiar east coast drawl, a slight panter in his voice from his hurried on-stage arrival.
“They can’t be here tonight. But it’s alright, I’m their replacement: Gone the Hero.” Continue reading
“Can I get a hot tub?” yelled trumpet player Gabriel ‘Hudah’ Hubert, with all the jest of market trader, in the most tangential shout out a Jazz Cafe audience has been treated to in months.
The laughter that ensued drew the crowd closer to Hypnotic Brass before they’d even begun to serenade it with their cosmic sounds. Continue reading