It's a Friday nite. It is dark. There is a soft Seattle rain (some might call it drizzle, but that would be inaccurate). We have walked down to The Baithouse, a tiny little venue right on the Ship Canal, close to the marina. In fact, it is actually the daylight basement of someone's house, where a two- or three- piece ensemble has been invited, and where you can sip a beer and listen to live music, not necessarily excellently played, but it is live. And all the while, there is nighttime boat traffic slowly passing by the window and the tiny little deck outside. And the rain.
It is simple.
It is unorganized.
It is not a show; its more of a jam.
It is intimate.
Its a little bit of human camaraderie, away from the dark for a while.
And after a couple of beers, we walk home, back to the boat. In the dark. And the warm rain.
Sadly, its gone now.