After years of delighting even the hippest hip-hopper in the Beltway, the Federal Jazz Commission, or FJC for short, played their last tune. The band was a staple at my favorite watering hole in DC, Colonel Brook’s Tavern.
Many a days after (sometimes instead of) my law school classes I would head across the street to enjoy a few pints. On select days the FJC would set up shop and bellow out some of the best jazz that side of the Misssissippi! Young and old, black and white; From law students to ex-Watergate scandal perpatrators, everyone loved this band. But the years have caught up with some of the members (Commissioners, as they call themselves) and they now seek warmer (and safer) pastures in Florida.
Thank you, Commissioners, for all the entertainment and fantastic music you provided over the years!