Decided that I couldn’t spend all my time just sitting around in the house so I decided I would go out and about town yesterday. Packed my bag with some writing materials, a hoodie and made my way out. First stop was at a hotel of some sort, don’t remember what the name was. It felt a bit like any ol’ bar so I grabbed a whiskey and started writing some. The problem I have when ordering drinks is that Aussies pour them in shots, rather than in centilitres or millilitres, which is a custom I’m used to. So I get two shots of a very nice, smooth and smoky whiskey. 22 AUD (approx. 144 SEK) later I realize maybe it’s not too good to get too buzzed, too early. The city is something completely different when the dark makes its imprint. I couldn’t remember where the streets lead, which alleyways I could go down to so I had to pause for a second and just check where I was and where I was heading when suddenly… A free WiFi-zone appears! *Checking Google maps* Oh. I was a bit off so I started walking back the way I came. Finally arrived at Bennet’s Lane Jazz club and went in just as the rain started to drizzle outside. “Perfect…” I thought to myself, “I love jazz in the rain”. One of my Spotify playlists are named “Rain on the Window” and it’s all jazz baby. I got a minor stroke when they charged me 25 AUD to get in but as I asked who was playing tonight, a man turned to me and said “You’re in luck mate! This band here has the best New Orleans singer in the world!”. “Sounds fantastic, thanks a lot!”. I had no idea what he meant. Ordered me a double shot of Jameson’s which I hoped wasn’t too pricey. I was wrong. I leaned against a pillar, found that I had a great overview of the stage, and waited for magic to happen. The band was a mix of ruffled old men, men in their 30’s crisis and a woman which, horribly, reminded me of elementary school. They started playing a song, based on the New Orleans jazz that was so popular during the 1920’s and I couldn’t help myself when the old man on the double bass started plucking away some of them tunes, the drummer battering away with a confidence and rhythm that made you standing in awe. The trumpet and clarinet came in and made a wonderful spectacle of it all. I thought the hair on my arms were going to prick through my jacket. Lost all sense of time but was reminded of my yesterday’s running by standing, leaning to a pillar that was my only companion this night. When I left, the rain picked up and I decided to call it. I paced my steps through Melbourne CBD and found myself and 1000 other people waiting for the train. A footy game was just over… Cold and wet, I came home. Lied down on the couch and watched “Blow”. How to get over your loneliness? Drink whiskey, listen to jazz. //The Joker