A musical marvel

So I'm glad we did go to see the musical event last night. It was a show by a dozen or more local musicians, several of whom we've seen over the years. When we walked in the place, called Nectar, they had already started; I was surprised, usually when they say they're starting at 9:00, for example, or 10:00, you can count on at least a half hour delay. Not so last night. It was cacaphonious, crazy-sounding at first, loud, seemingly intentionally bizarre. As it developed over the rest of the first set, though, it became clear they were calling upon all their improvisational and ensemble skills to jam and create something not cliche, or standard, and generally unrecognizable. They did this with, to my ears, varying degrees of success, but each and every one was an accomplished musician, in tune, listening, watching, and playing with each other in a huge way. Chords were precise, junctures met. There were five sax players, and a guy who came in for the second set who played clarinet and baritone sax; two trumpet players; a guy who played vibes and hand drums, the latter of which the trombone player also had a go with; a kit drummer, a violinist, who was astounding; and our friend the bass player, who has to be about the best in the world. He can play anything on his upright or electric. Last night he had the upright, plugged in.
We stayed for part of the second set, but as the hour crept toward midnight, it was time to go.
Am tired today, but still happy to have seen PK and What Army.
I'm sending this in.