I’ve had a few bad days being not so well, as I said
yesterday I’m a grumblin’ an a grouchy.
Also this Blog has got behind itself by a day and I can’t
seem to get it straight, like getting the buttons on your shirt done up out of
order.
Then again I’ve got a couple of (I hope) adventures* planned
for this week although I don’t think I’ll be able to do both. At the moment I’m
hoping to be well enough to nail one of them.
I’ll keep you posted.
Monday I hit the jazz trail, or perhaps it hit me.
I warned you, I’m being a grouch.
At the Red Lion, Isleworth, it was an odd set. Five fine
players, a couple of hours of good music but to me it seemed as though I was
only enjoying every other number. Then again 50% ain’t bad.
This is Tim Wells twackin’ the double bass.
Steve Waterman woke me up with an outrageous, screaming
trumpet while John Horler was doing a very reasonable Monk impression with just
one hand, a sharp minimalism that looked so casual that you knew it wasn’t. It got
the crowd cheering and my neighbour playing ‘air piano’ for the second week
running.
The last number was a special version of ‘It ain’t
necessarily so’, the instruments fighting it out amongst themselves.
* One of them involves time travel!
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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