Golf: a pleasant walk in the countryside, ruined. The golfer Gary Player once chipped a ball from a near unplayable lie to within inches of the pin. A spectator was heard to comment – Wow, that was a lucky shot! Gary agreed that it certainly was, but, observed that the more he practiced, the luckier he got . . .
Which brings me nicely to the Sunday Arvo Leinster Jam De Luxe. Strewth, but they all turned up – some even played music. As fine an afternoon of ballad mangling as I can remember, so props to Frank the Finger, Keef (in fine form, kept playing the Captain’s faves before Col could get to them) Paul drums ‘n bass, Don, Jacin, John (a diverse selection of guitaristes this week), Agus (piano) accompanying Sir Roger who blew up a storm on alto sax, Noriyo (late starter, piano) , I think Ali and Peter played sax, but I can’t remember either , Jack on Trombone, whose singing is no idle threat ,all led, as ever by Captain Chaos who had stops, fours, rhythm changes, medication changes, and another beer at the bar for me please, all down to a fine art.
Glen (landlord) got a fine round of applause for his drumming, and, come to think of it, so did Alan, when he stopped.
Jam sessions: a pleasant romp through the standards, ruined.
Hah! See ya next week somewhere – there’s more music than you can shake a stick at.
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