The jazz song we had to listen to for this journal really only reminded me of a cool coffee shop in a cool sleek city. The time period for this coffee shop is maybe the 1950s or so. The city that the coffee shop is in is just some short of quiet little city, and this coffee shop is the only "hip" place in town. Everyone knows each other in this town, and they all come to the coffee shop to socialize.
The walls of the coffee shop are made of brick, and on the inside there are a lot of cool pictures of bands and musicians that have come to play at the coffee shop, and they have signed the pictures. The coffee shop has a counter with five bar stools in the right corner right when you walk in, and it has a small stage in the far left corner with two seated round tables around it. The tables are black, and the chairs are black with red seats. There are one person bathrooms in the back right corner of the room, and the lights are dimmed just a little bit in the shop. The walls on the inside of the shop are brick just like on the outside, and whenever someone walks in a small bell above the door jingles.
The man behind the counter of the coffee shop is a nice, somewhat plump man, who loves listening to all the musicians that come in. Everyone knows this man, and he is friends with everyone. His name is Burt. The coffee shop sells coffee (of course), but it also sells nice warm baked goods like muffins, small cakes, and cookies. It also has hot chocolate for any of the younger kids that may come in. Nothing costs more than a dollar in this small, honest coffee business, and the shop gets a lot of customers every day.
The musician that is playing the song that we had to listen to for this blog is a young musician who is trying to make a name in the music industry. This coffee shop is one of the first places that he has played, and the crowd loves him already.
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