Slept all day, thereby avoiding the heatwave. In the evening I headed to Brooklyn to see one of my favorite bands, Beat Circus, at a place called Barbes in Park Slope. Barbes is a narrow dark cellar of a space, & the seven-piece band nearly took up more room than the audience. It's the sort of place you could easily walk past if you didn't already know it was there. The atmosphere was vibrant & the crowd attentive. After Beat Circus played their decadent saloon shanties, a bloke named Howard Fishman followed with some stomping New Orleans-style brass band jive. Everyone in the bar was very encouraging & seemed to all have bands of their own. And inventive-sounding bands at that. I talked with several people whose bands I jotted down in hopes of catching in the near future. Someone passed out flat on his back on the sidewalk in front. The musicians had to step over him to haul their equipment out after the gig. Afterwards I had a couple slices of Sicilian pizza at a joint on the corner named Smiling Pizzeria.
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