The Grand Hotel
Mighty fine set by the absolutely fabulous Miss Smiff (well, I for one quite like her singing, and the shtick that goes with it) accompanied by Dean on drums, young Curtis on pianoforte, and Avi on bass. Turned out to be rather a good line – up, and even though the GH is clearly winding down for Easter, a reasonable audience. Their collective but inaudible gasp at the surprise appearance of Captain Chaos was a sight to behold. As was CC himself, having a good time as usual.
Next week, you are all going to attend Compline or something on Good Friday so you will miss absolutely nothing at the Grand, because we are having a week off. No Hortense, that is not a Scottish chest complaint…
The Leinster Arms, Watering hole to the gentry, indigent, indolent, insolent, and various other folk who took the music challenge and failed..
I had better make this quick, as I notice Hortense popped up in the preceding paragraph, which means Madge from Altona will not be far behind. And those who have seen Madge’s behind generally prefer it to be as far as possible…Now, where was I? Oh yes, The Gold Street Gossip Shop, home to some of the worst music this side of the equator. Or not as the case may be.
Sunday Arvo started a bit thin, no bass player, so at least half an hour of very bad bass lines on the piano by meself. Once a few more desperates had shambled through the door, it all got a bit brighter, and by bedtime, the standard of the music, children, was perilously close to quite good . Newcomers included Tess (singer) and some dude on sax who blew hot and sideways for a while. His name may have been Phineas P Lightdrizzle, but as I neglected to check, I can’t be sure. Tess was pretty damn good. Chelly sang, Bettina sang, Ben twanged the geetar and worried that his kids would misbehave (they didn’t) Julian tooted. and the usual range of suspects got up and boogied.
Then followed a fine set by the piss elegant (can I say that whilst the Editor is away?) Lisette, first time I have heard her sing, and I hope it is not the last. All class. And by the time I left, Richard had taken over, which is never a bad thing.
Again: NO JAM SESSION THIS SUNDAY – you are all going to be spending the day rifling the vegie patch for Easter eggs or something. Abnormal service will be resumed the following Sunday.
And stick to the black notes – they’re cheaper.