Last night after climbing at Klättercentret, I took a quick shower, put on a fresh change of clothes, and caught the subway downtown to listen to a little live music at Glenn Miller Café.
As always, the music was delightful and the company friendly.
The band last night was called Wail. Björn Cedergren was on sax, David Ståhl played guitar, Calle Bagge tickled the ivories, Lars Ekman plucked string bass and, the ubiquitous Moussa Fadera deftly handled the drums.
The place was packed. At first, I coudln't even get a seat. I hung around near the bar and chatted with the other guests until some seats became available. Then I took some nice photos.
I met several nice folks there, including an American named David, a fellow salsa-dancer named Per, and a couple of Swedes who are regulars at GMC. I seem to be meeting lots of friendly folks lately; I believe it has something to do with the places I frequent and the activities I pursue. I appear to have gravitated toward the particular crowds that are the most outgoing and cheerful.
Life is short; be merry!
