Cafe No Se

Bjorn and I spent a good four hours at a bar last night, talking to British students and listening to three guitarists, a bassist, and a vocalist do covers of Pink Floyd.

She really is the greatest vocalist I´ve ever heard. Every cover she did - Tracy Chapman, Bob Marley, old-school jazz - was better than the original. I decided that any years I´d spent learning to sing were all spent in vain. Then I heard the British guy play, and I decided the same thing about guitar.

Forty-five minutes later, a former member of the Buena Vista Social Club came in with a few jazz buddies. By the time they got to singing "Guantanamera," everyone else had joined in.

(For those of you who don´t recognize the significance of this event, picture Sting coming into a bar and playing Fields of Gold, and you just happen to be sitting in the corner watching.)