Just like that fateful April day in 1912; the Band played on. This time none of the survivors had to be dragged out of the icy waters and onto the decks of the Carpathia and into a makeshift infirmary. No this time the freeze-line was beyond the windows and walls of the Chatterbox far south of the 41st parallel. o, this time the icy waters were in the form of snow flakes and frozen rain add mostly on the secondary streets of fair Indy.
The band tonight was the Jazz-tet that until March of this year was fronted, sided, no: more like inspired and guided by the late Dick Dickinson. I think the music was up to Dick's standard with Michael Moynahan on saxophone, Dave Scalia on skins (drums) and four year veteran and successor Jesse (the front-man in the back) Whitman on upright base. The first set was tight and the mix of songs just right. Near the end we were treated to a heart warming version of Christmas Time is Here (Guaraldi-Mendelson) from "A Charlie Brown Christmas" with Mr. Moynahan on reeds.
At the break I asked Jesse the name of the group since there was no sign. I said, "Are you the Dick-less Jazz-tet? Or has it not come up? Well for that matter...?" I could tell he was at a loss for words, so I let him be.
Mr. Giles and Ms. Giles
Meanwhile down by the colder end of the Tavern (the jukebox/bathroom/backroom end) brother and sister Steve and Maura Giles were enjoying a quiet night celebrating Steve's 32nd birthday. Happy birthing remembrance (though thankfully none of us have to remember "that"!) Stephen.
These moments are the end of a nice evening at the "Box, the beginning of the evening saw me joining Mel for a Bourbon tasting. Mr. Ross Whitfield joined us before the festivities started and Mike McDaniel and Jeff Barber joined us shortly after. I did not partake of the Bourbon's myself, nor did Mr. Barber.

Maxwell and Jeffrey fresh from a Pacers WIN!
Near the end of the whole mess for me Maxwell Banks and his crony Jeffery (both friends of Chatterbowler Clayton Hamilton) came in an quietly brought glad tidings of great joy, for indeed the Pacers of Indiana had vanquished Warriors from the Golden State of California to build a two game winning steak.
With coat in hand an love in my heart I started the car, feeling that for at least a moment all was right with the world... and they heard me exclaim as I drove out of sight, I hope Jenni's o.k. , cause I don't wanna fight.
Chuck Pace ©2008 
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