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I went to the Elephant Room tonight, a jazz club in Austin, the one Clint Eastwood goes to when he comes to Austin (yeah, I ran into him and Kevin Costner at the Elephant Room). Playing tonight were Ta Mere, a group that I'm just learning about, but that has at least one Frenchman and one Nicaraguan, as well as a few other musicians, all of whom have a great sense of humor, even when a drunk dancer falls on their instuments and breaks them.
What does all this have to do with hair? Funny you should ask. Well, this band played music which I characterize as coming from Nicaragua and south. Although people don't normally dance at the Elephant Room, this sort of music naturally predisposes people to dance. There were a lot of good dancers tonight. There are a few things I noticed about them.
* They were unusually good at dancing
* Contrary to normal, the men were better than the women
* The hair came in all shapes and sizes (OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit)
The first hair that caught my eye was Albertico's. He's from south Texas, and has straight, black hair down to his waist. The first couple times I saw him, he was either headed to the phone or to the restroom.
The next hair I noticed was the almost waist-length straight hair of a natural blonde woman dancing with a black man with a buzz cut. The couple dancing next to them was squeezing them into a space that was right next to my table, so I could not help watching them.
There were other couples that danced with rather normal hair. Then Albertico invited a girl to dance with him. She had hair about an inch long and artificially light blonde. His was naturally black and down to his waist. They danced well together, right in front of my table, Albertico taking the lead, showing the girl a few moves. Every now and then he'd twirl around in a full circle, and his hair would spread out, almost brushing across the girl's face.
The music and the dancing ended to soon. On my way out, I walked passed Albertico and casually mentioned that tonight, contrary to what I normally observe, the men danced better than the women, and that he was no exception. Rather than blow me off as most people would, he engaged me in conversation. We talked about many things given the amount of time we were actually talking. We parted after the seed of a friendship had been planted. Perhaps I will post a picture of him soon, perhaps even as the featured Samson.