Tonight I'm at a coffee shop with pretty good sandwiches and some mediocre coffee. There's a guy playing a Bob Dylan song I've never heard of with a level of skill that matches the coffee. No need for an amp in space this small and in fact I think he'd sound better if it were acoustic.
I feel bad for the guy sitting across from me. He knows the guitar player but has been here longer than I have-- trying to get some work done, and when the guitar player came over to say hello to him I think he felt obligated to stop and pay attention, unlike the thirty or so other people in the place.
I'm not sure why coffee shops think live music is a good idea, nobody ever seems to notice it anyway, they just raise the level of their conversations to compensate for the noise.
Around me are some interesting folks; a large group of knitters with a young girl clearly dragged here by mom who is sitting with her iPod trying hard to make time pass.
A young couple clearly on a first date. The awkward silence is making ME uncomfortable. Two girls in their pajamas are on the other side (WHY do people think Pajamas are okay in public) and a very obnoxious couple who don't seem to think they have to buy anything to sit here-- guess the library is closed.
I'm not complaining, I like the chance to get out somewhere else and work once in a while.
