Descriptive Essay On Jazz Music

It’s become a routine of mine, to take myself out on jazz dates while I travel. Why? Because jazz music needs no translation. It’s a feeling, and for me, always a positive and warm one. Music is that constant among all the differences with the cities I visit, and the languages I learn. So I’ve made it a point to drop the language and cultural barrier by visiting jazz venues almost everywhere I go.

As I arrived in London, I was feeling extra inspired to follow Amy Winehouse’s footsteps and uncover the bars she once frequented. A quick Google search to “Best Jazz Bars in London” gave me some ideas of where I’d be spending my next few nights.

I walk into this foggy pub to hear not jazz, but “The bottle, the bottle, the bottle, I took it from the bottle.” Unfortunately for me, I had paid a five pound cover charge which meant I had to tough out the horrendous music, if only to get my five pounds worth. I was escorted to the back of the pub; the root of the less than pleasant music, and was seated in an extremely small audience section where I was clearly the only one alone. The awesome part about going out alone is blending into the crowd and not feeling alone, this place left me no choice but to wallow in my lonesomeness while hearing really cheesy cover songs.

Once the lead singer of this three piece band decided to start singing “It’s getting’ hot in here” by Nelly, I knew it was a ridiculous night. Then things turned for a twist: my second glass of Cabernet got me in the