There's little music and particularly little jazz that I know of these days, this being the time of the pandemic. But a last minute advice on FB about our star young local bassist, Brendan Keller-Tuberg playing at Molly with his quartet was enticing. The band was Brendan with Wilbur Whitta (piano), Steve Read (guitar) and Rhys Lintern (drums) playing variously over 3 sets. I hoped to catch the middle set and more, with the non-jazz arrangements and interpretations (Radiohead and the like) going into standards to finish. I arrived to instruments laid on stage and the band in a break and a decent buzz and a girl who didn't offer me a beer, but informed me they'd reached their limit (51). So that's that. And so little more jazz! That was sad: they would have made a worthy outing. In a related vein, that afternoon I offered to record a classical group in a few weeks time. To allow them a full paying audience, I offered to sit in the Green room. No choice anyway: it was already sold out. I've always enjoyed that we needn't book for jazz. If this is our new entertainment world, I can only hope dearly for an early vaccine. And no pic.