I had the good for­tune to be able to attend a rehearsal of my friend’s band the oth­er day; the Fire­crack­er Jazz Band. They are eas­i­ly one of the best bands play­ing reg­u­lar­ly in Asheville right now, and it was an incred­i­ble learn­ing expe­ri­ence to be able to lis­ten to such tal­ent­ed musi­cians work on their sound. Very fas­ci­nat­ing. Then, as an extra treat, the trum­pet play­er heard an oboe on the street below us and he yelled to them to come up and play. Turns out she was just half of an oboe/accordion duo that was trav­el­ing back to Ver­mont from Flori­da. And they were bad-ass, I might add. They played a cou­ple of tunes for us in the old French Musette style before we part­ed ways, but the ran­dom­ness of the meet­ing is what struck me. If there was any doubt before, I have decid­ed Asheville is a good place to be.

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