It was very long time ago
Someone told him about what happened and he wasn't actually there that night
He was drunk that night
He has bad memory
They had too much to drink
Why does the narrator state that she does "not remember any of this well"?
Predator
Solevgrad jazz
Tasha
Fame
Psychology
What did Nardo think he knew better?
Solevgrad jazz
Psychology
She didn't go to school
What did Tasha study in school?
She didn't argue about it
She played Solevgrad jazz
She studied it in school
She was the only person who wasn't drunk and wanted to explain
She was drunk and thought herself an expert
Why was Tasha arguing about the worth of Solevgrad jazz
R'n'B
Solevgrad jazz
Ethnic music
Drums
Years
What did the narrators neighbor constantly play loudly and badly?
Nobody
Emil
Malaquez
Nardo
According to Nardo, who did Tasha feel took her side of the argument?
It was very long time ago
He was drunk
He wasn't there and is just the narrator
He has bad memory
He drank too much
Why does Nardo struggle to remember these events?
The drums
Solevgrad jazz
Country music
Soul music
What did Nardo's neighbour play constantly, loudly, and badly?
He once had a neighbor who played it constantly, loudly, and badly
He played it constantly, loudly, and badly
He studied it in school
He didn't think himself an expert
Why did Nardo think himself an expert in Solevgard jazz?
With Nardo
At Emil's home
At Malaquez's home
At The Sleeping Flamingo
Where is it assumed that Tasha spent the night?
She loved Solevgrad jazz
Her neighbor played it constantly, loudly, and badly
She was drunk, otherwise had no idea what that was
Because she loved her school
Because she studied in school
Why did Tasha think herself an expert in Solevgrad jazz?
That person had a neighbor who always played it
He played Solevgrad jazz
He studied Solevgrad jazz in school
He loved Solevgrad jazz
He was drunk and thought himself an expert
Why was the other person arguing about the worth of Solevgrad jazz
Tasha thought she knew more about it because she studied it, the narrator thought they knew more because their neighbor played it
They both play Solevgrad jazz
They were both drunk and both thought themselves as experts
They both studied Solevgrad jazz at school
They both love Solevgrad jazz very much
Why were the narrator and Tasha fighting over Solevgrad jazz?
His neighbor who played jazz constantly and loudly
Solevgrad Jazz
Her idea that she was an expert in Solegrad jazz
Her obsession with fame
What discussion topic does Nardo feel that Tasha was obligated to follow along with?
The play "Captured Moments"
Solevgrad jazz
An inconsequential topic
Obsession
Fame
On which topic did Tasha think of herself as an expert because she studied it in school?
Sociology
Solevgrad jazz
Psychology
Math
What subject did Tasha study in school?
Malaquez
Emil
Nardo
What is the name of the person Tasha was arguing with?
Stop obsessing with fame
Add Emil to her list of major accomplishments
Go to The Sleeping Flamingo with him
Seeing Emil home
Go home to Emil
What does Nardo assent to Tasha doing?
I had drunk too much, I confess, though we all had. Somehow, Tasha and I began to argue the worth of Solevgrad jazz, as inconsequential a topic as I can imagine. She had studied it in school, so she thought herself as an expert. I once had a neighbor who played it constantly, loudly, and badly, so I thought I knew it better. Malaquez tried to mediate, but I saw him as siding with Tasha. So, I think, did she. The subject shifted from music to Tasha's obsession with fame, undoubtedly by a leap that I made. She had no choice but to follow. (I do not remember any of this well, just now, nor do I care to. Those who are truly curious may look at the last act of "Captured Moments.") I remember suggesting, with characteristic tact, that she add Emil to her small list of major accomplishments. Malaquez glanced away, embarrassed. Tasha looked at me as if to say, "I will." She said, "I feel sorry for you, Nardo. I'll see Emil home." "Yes," I said, "Do that," and did not care what she did, or why. Emil asked, "You're all right?" I muttered something he must have interpreted as assent. They both walked up to Emil's home while I watched the scarlet moonlight ripple on distant waves. Disgusted with Tasha but more disgusted with myself, I finally realized she would not return that night and went into The Sleeping Flamingo to drink myself to sleep. She had not come home when I woke in mid-morning. 