- Father of two at the piano, who barely made it to the concert after his long shift at the office; he is still in his worn out light grey suit, sans the tie - minor adjustment towards the casual look.
- Ex-soldier, band leader of his time on the trumpet; he is so disappointed with the small turn-out that he can't help but break into laughter after every weak applause from the crowd.
- The young and aspiring over-sized teenager on the double bass; his cheeks are as red as his red plaid shirt.
- The third most important man of an old and rooted Italian mafia on the tenor sax. His crazy moves during this sax solos conflict with his subtlety.
- Tall, white, young and lovely, the alto sax player with possibly Danish genes looks as dissimilar to the band, as a red apple in a bowl of citrus. He is torn between caring or not caring about what anybody thinks about him; but then again, that only means that he does, indeed, care.
- His haircut and glass shape choice give his most discreet secret away -the kind you would keep in closet-, the drummer looks happy to be a part of this boys club; his obedience visible, through the way he follows the instructions of the trumpeter.
Please and thank you's. Two hours of sheer musical experience. Intensity.
Promises, made, yet quite questionable.
Makes you wonder, really, who their closest friends may be.
Not us, for certain, but maybe they should re-consider that.
We were of the few, that actually were, there, in the end.
Please, thank you.
- The young and aspiring over-sized teenager on the double bass; his cheeks are as red as his red plaid shirt.
- The third most important man of an old and rooted Italian mafia on the tenor sax. His crazy moves during this sax solos conflict with his subtlety.
- Tall, white, young and lovely, the alto sax player with possibly Danish genes looks as dissimilar to the band, as a red apple in a bowl of citrus. He is torn between caring or not caring about what anybody thinks about him; but then again, that only means that he does, indeed, care.
- His haircut and glass shape choice give his most discreet secret away -the kind you would keep in closet-, the drummer looks happy to be a part of this boys club; his obedience visible, through the way he follows the instructions of the trumpeter.
Please and thank you's. Two hours of sheer musical experience. Intensity.
Promises, made, yet quite questionable.
Makes you wonder, really, who their closest friends may be.
Not us, for certain, but maybe they should re-consider that.
We were of the few, that actually were, there, in the end.
Please, thank you.
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