Well, who needs a bass player anyway? Or a drummer? I cannot remember the last time a jam session stuck so resolutely to the upper register, but no matter, we had an afternoon of singers – Miss H, Miss K, Miss Amy, Miss Smiff, I think I have missed everyone, other than Scott and Buddy…. Whatever, Miss Smiff played drums most of the afternoon, in a manner that goes a long way to explaining why the music was so good: especially when the Captain called fours and she managed the percussive equivalent of raising two fingers. More eloquent than elegant.
Speaking of elegant, Curtis was his usual self at the keys, although shaded at last perhaps, by Lissette with a fine walking bass line; and Ben’s rhythm playing on guitar complemented the whole beautifully. Not bad solos either. Lee (trumpet) and Marion (recorder) traded licks for a while, and the rest of us mainly mucked about, and mangled what we could…
By way of diversion, Mark was showing edited highlights of his recent parachute jump between numbers. I have always though (fondly) that several of the jam sessions regulars were slightly demented, but Mark is now officially an out and out lunatic, with the video to prove it. Strewth!