Night at Cafe Moro

I really wish my town had a nightlife. Or even a little streetlight that would be cool to stand under. I mean honestly, we've got a little coffee/quilting shop AND a decent post office! Arn't we just totally set up for a par-tay?! Well. No...and I dont' really think the town will ever truly be up to a little bit of night time culture.

Pullman, on the other hand, is a very interesting town. There's nothing quite like the unique combination of Chinese resturants, coffeehouses, and people with WSU printed on many various parts of their clothing. But it has a nightlife and it definitely has culture. A friend of Nick and I had a show at this crazy-cool coffee joint called Cafe Moro with his group, The Pullman Jazz Collective.

(The Pullman Jazz Collective)

This probably sounds cheesy, but the cafe's architecture was like a song in itself. The hexagonal tiling on the floors was a remarkable opposite to the square brickwork in the walls, yet the adjacent wall is covered with a slick silver aluminum. Americano in my hand, Nick by my side, and live jazz right in front of me, I truly felt like I was in NYC.  But the minute I looked out the huge enameled windows and saw the reflections for a Pizza Pipeline and Mandarin House chinese resturant, (that is neighbors to an incense shop),...I was quickly reminded that I was still in Pullman. The music was good though. The music was amazing.

There was this amazing phenomonon during the entire show; you know that feeling you have when the instruments gel in, finally begining to 'talk' to eachother? Well..this show had that phenomonon the entire time; each song was a new conversation, each solo a new monologue. I've never seen anything like it. Even throughout my years of going to Lionel Hampton Jazz Fest and listening to a fair share of the genre, I've never heard a sound quite like this...something that really kept me at attention for two-and-a-half hours.

Nick was my photographer tonight. And it turned out SUPER COOL. Almost smudgy, dark, edgy, all just because of the weird 9pm lighting. I didn't think that NOT taking my own pictures would be any different, yet NOT having the responsibility to set the timer and sprint into some pose was quite a relief. And I probably looked more sane than running back and forth from pose to camera - pose to camera - pose to camera. We found a really cool courtyard across from the Cafe Moro, complete with an old bench and an orb-like streetlight. Do I look like I'm examining an alien ship, or is it just me?

(Hurley long-collar peacoat. Alloy mag saddle bag.
My sister's tights. Denim cutoffs, made by me.)

It was a great night. Almost like a, "Welcome to the future...," kind of night.