Nights Out

So I left the last post with implying(clearly stated)that the next post would have an example of why the government putting me down was annoying. I don’t really have any proof of this event so I will do my best to describe the happenings with confusing you as much as possible.

Last Saturday there was a concert at a club called the “1905”. The 1905 is a huge place that serves food and puts on concerts in the middle of Kathmandu, right outside of Thamel. It truly is a classy place. The concert was for a blues festival in Kathmandu which was happening all week long.

First of all, the concert. I must say that the musicians playing were all quite talented, and impressive. There were a few guitarists that could really play some great solos, and some vocalists that could really belt. That being said, it was a blues concert, and I found it strangely odd that by the end of the night there was in fact, no blues. Almost the entire concert was based around a distant distant blues baseline and drum beat, which could barely be heard through a steam rolled pile of rocks(haha rock and roll!!).

This is where the government steps in. 4-5 police offers came strolling in at 12pm..am…whatever it is, and decided to shut the place down. When they initially broke in there were a few things running through my head about why they decided to end the party:

1. They’ve found me!

2. They’ve had enough with this so called “blues” and have decided to teach us all a lesson, either via beating or a nice offbeat quartet rendition of the new Nepal Anthem.

3. Its 12pm and its 2 hours past curfew…whoops.

Either way, the police came in, all serious like, jumped on stage, and had the event organizer tell everyone to go home. The place was packed full of expats and such, so except for a few rowdy people it seemed like it was going to be a pretty orderly exit. The police seemed upset, but it didn’t seem like there was going to be any trouble. Enter the drunk guy.

Some drunk guy decided that enough was enough and that it was time someone showed the police who was boss. He kicked, yelled, pushed, shoved, yelled some more, and fell over a few times, which really did not help whatever view he was trying to express. Lots of shoving and some intensifying time later, I decided to go home. Exciting no?

I went back to that club last night to see a jazz concert. I was not expecting any real jazz but to my surprise the name held up and the main act had a sax, a bass, and a drum set. It was actually pretty damn good, but this time, they decided to end the event on time.

Got to take my first concert photos: