First jazz class, ever

Due to confusion/miscommunication, we (the students) received a late email from Brockman saying that we should have met up with him for the first class, an hour ago! After much scrambling, walking, stair climbing, and metro riding, we finally arrived at his place. Because there are so few students in the class, we had an intimate lecture and learned about the early roots of jazz and its respective musicians. Brockman kept the lecture interesting/entertaining by conducting rhythm and SPORADIC stomping sessions. It was all a hoot, especially when we got so loud that his next-door neighbor glanced through his window balcony to investigate the clamor. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the jazz excerpts and learning about its African influences. I hope this summer experience augments my appreciation for jazz and all good music in general. 🙂

After class, we decided to do some exploring. P-Jo decided to stay behind at the Fiap. We all headed to an awesome gelato shop at Bastille and ate frozen desserts during our walk. The girls took a quick smoking break at a nearby park before browsing through the small shops in the streets. We also took a detour to some art museum/tombstone of some famous dead French person and admired the artifacts within the kept mansion. We came out of the free exhibit enlightened. After a little more shopping, everyone then headed back toward our Fiap home. In a search for Sarah’s baguettes, we came across a couple of dogs who Christina deemed “cute,” until they urinated on a street pole together… as a team… 🫤