We planned to catch up over food and live music. As we considered the options, he suggested that we go to the Blu Jazz Café. I vaguely remembered going to the café 18 months ago. Though my memory of the evening told me our conversation was fun, nothing stood out. I could not remember the food. There was nothing special about the ambiance. The music that night was less than spectacular. Candidly, it was borderline bad.
I found myself sharing my memories in an effort to position another option. Anything would do. “Let me see if I can come up with another recommendation.”
As a flicked through websites and blogs on the web that mentioned live music in Singapore, I found myself repeatedly coming back to the Blu Jazz Café. I could not imagine how anyone could recommend the place I remembered.
At times, it is hard to imagine the unimaginable. An old character thought going to Jerusalem was a safe option. It is a dramatic gesture by a prophet to force the truth. Even then, he had to be dramatic. “This is what the Holy Spirit says: The Jews in Jerusalem are going to tie up the man who owns this belt just like this and hand him over to godless unbelievers.” (Acts 21.11)
In my case, it took a double hit. First the Café’s website described the special event in terms that caught my interest. Second, as we arrived in the Café’s space early, the bartender was helping the drummer set up his instruments. He wandered over and began to talk to us about why we were there. I candidly acknowledged that the description had me intrigued. I wanted to meet Darren. Darren had been described as the band’s leader and writer of the music.
“Let me introduce myself. I am Darren.”
As we talked about his music and the jazz scene in Singapore, I knew I was in for a special treat. I listened and found myself in a wonderful place that only music can bring you to. It was an unexpected experience.
