Saturday--Jazz Bar, Indonesian Style

I was planning to the Kindermuseum, like I mentioned last time, and I managed to get there, but it was heavily disorganized. Apparently the dude in charge of the whole affair, Ramon Dekkers, went AWOL and everyone was scurrying around trying to come up with an excuse for him while entertaining the three lowly volunteers. I was just impressed with the place and even though it didn't work out this time, I'd go again just to hang out there--it's ridiculous! I remembered how nice it was to be seven again! After that I lounged around for a bit, didn't do any work, even though I had all of the right circumstances and motivation (tomorrow I'm going to Utrecht so I won't have much time to do work), but no, nothing. Tonight I went to Maleo Melo which was the jazz bar I tried to go to a week before but didn't manage to find. This time I went with Emily (one of the ISN coaches), Ashley, and Marcial. Emily's Indonesian friend was playing there with her band so we tagged along. I will do my best to draw you a picture:
On either side are walls covered with pictures of singers/patrons, most of them unfamiliar though cool looking (handle bar moustache, intent looks in the eye, plenty of lip biting, etc.) There's some blacklight going on so you see everybody's lint; you look through the crowd and its 80% Asian--first time you've been able to see OVER a group of people in the Netherlands. There's one man far left, Adidas track suit, white Kangol hat, and a metallic belt riding low on his waist. And in front, a pugdy Asian dude singing "No Woman Don't Cry"--oh the look in his eye! It was kinda of lame, but when you take a step back to assess the situation, how fucking awesome? Who can say they've seen an Indonesian cover band sing Reggae tracks in a jazz bar in Amsterdam?
You're right, not many would admit to that.