Funky.

Last night we all had a pre-game at my apartment with a LOT more people than we had expected, we had to use cereal bowls to drink sangria and Calimocho. Have I said anything about Calimocho yet?

Calimocho = 1 part wine, 1 part coca cola. Sounds gross, but it's actually pretty tasty. Especially from a bowl.

We all then went to our standard Thursday night club, atxiki (really small bar with tons of macho spanish douches). But after 30 minutes, our friend David (from Spain) invites us to a jazz club with jam sessions, so of course I'm down.

We arrive and david hops up on stage and lays down some bass and then guitar, with some solid sax player and a flashy drummer. David then invites me to play.

At this point I'm a little tipsy, nervous because these guys are playing jazz standards that I've never heard of, and the drummer that had just played showed up everyone.

But as I plop down in the throne, after the bass player has turned a few leafs in his fakebook, I hear him play around with the bass line from no other than Herbie Hancock's 'Chameleon'. So at this point I'm pretty excited because they couldn't have picked a song that I knew better, or an easier song to play to, really.

The sax player leans over to say something to me, his face contorted in thought to find the right words to tell me what or how I should play, and finally says:

"Funky."

I nod, smile and say "Herbie Hancock?"

*Thumbs up*

Needless to say it was really fun, even if I was a little rusty, and afterwards I gave the house drummer a gracious thanks and had a small conversation with him about the jazz scene in Pamplona, which apparently has a pretty nice school of music.