and you held my hand on my journey from funk to jazz

the title sounds like a chapter heading in a book regarding developments in modern american music...but its more just likely a description of my friday evening.

an evening which began with me in a rather poor mood...(becca as a glum and grumpy person..is not the one you want to spend much time with)..then placed me in a most obscure restaurant situation..(imagine this: small chinese restaurant. empty buffet. no staff or customers in sight. colored mini lights strung all around..and chinese techno music playing overhead. now...que the young waitress with a bad attitude! the whole thing started me on an upswing from my funk right away)...and ended with a concert of the preservation hall jazz band followed by yummy cheesecake and darjeeling tea.

there you have it. the progression begins with funk..then asian techno...then jazz.