the spice of life

I realize this title could lend itself seemlessly to a more obvious blog; perhaps it will return. Last night was one that i'll probably remember for quite sometime, not for the reasons we went out, but for what we happened to stumble upon. A group of about 30 students (yes that is quite a lot) all hopped on the bus to go to a karaoke bar, it was fun. But what i will remember most of this night was what we found instead of a taxi. His name is Uri, from all over the world and was rather definant in not telling us the place he would call home. We happened to stumble across his path while he was solo playing his guitar outside of a McDonalds. I asked if he would mind if we sat and listened to him for awhile, and he was more than happy to oblige. The smaller group of us now, (some a little drunk, but nonetheless entertaining) began some successful attempts at singing along to his repitoire of jazz music. I even got to attempt blackbird again, but could use some more practice. He plays everynight as background music at a nicer restaruant and told us of some jam sessions that go on every monday night in Hua-hin. I'm pretty sure we'll be going there soon! It was beautiful to me how the simplest of things really just make life so much better. Here i was trying to get everyone home, and eager about it, but the music just makes you stop to listen. Realax and feel. Music compells the heart and does so in Thailand, just as it would back home, and anywhere else in the world for that matter. (hopefully a picture/video soon to come!)