Pirate music on the bus and Brazilian Louis Armstrong

Connor and his apartment-mates were lovely enough to host a little party Thursday night. The party was all well and good and the company sublime, but the real highlight of the evening was the bus-ride there.
That's because when I stepped on to the bus, I was greeted with PIRATE MUSIC! This gentleman was posted up in the first row on the bus, playing his accordion with a grin of absolute self-satisfaction on his face. It took all of my self-control not to burst out laughing immediately, but I kept it to a chuckle and sat in the seat behind me. The entire bus-ride, he kept turning around to look at me with an expression of "look at this! Isn't this great! I'm playing the accordion... on a BUS! HAH! I'm brilliant! HAH!" And every time we'd pull up next to a car at a stoplight with its windows down, he'd play with a new vigor and volume and try his damndest to make them love his accordion, too.
I say: well done, sir. Thank you for making my busing experience that much more ridiculous!

Last night I went to the Parque Lage (a park I live next to that used to be some rich guy's estate and is now basically just some walled-in forest with an estate-house in the middle of it that has a cafe in it - really an amazingly beautiful place to seek respite from the city) to see a jazz show at the cafe. It was a really informal little deal... just a small handful of older Brazilians playing old New Orleans-style jazz. It was worth it just to see/hear old Brazilian men sing (or try, at least) in a Louis Armstrong voice... complete with thick Brazilian accents. That combined with the wonderful summer night weather and the beautiful surroundings really made it a lovely (and amusing) night!