Pliny the Elder once wrote ” Difficile est tenere quae acceperis nisi exerceas.” I have no idea what he was banging on about, but I thought I would mention it. Incredibly, he never learnt to write in English, whereas some of us spent ten years learning to read Latin. Hardly seems fair. But I digress.
Now, where was I… ah yes, the Jam Session, last Sunday. Usual conditions apply, Bob and I wander in late, no piano player.so the Captain had started schemozzling with those available, with predictably varied results. All of which bodes less than well.
So… by the time Kyle (trumpet), Gill, (vocals), Monty (drums) Gerald (piano), Chico (guitar) Bob (piano), meself (piano) the eponymous Captain, Alli (saxes), Paul Phillips, Sebastien, Glen (drums), Ann Craig (floot), the Reverend Kevin (guitar), Taariq (everything), Ivan (bass), Felipe (congas) and gawdknows who else had all got up and boogied, this was rather a crazy good session. You never can tell, and even if you could, who would listen…
In fact, I would go so far as to say that the standard of music was as high as it it has ever been, if not better. Regular readers of these reviews will, of course, treat that with a grain of salt, or cum grano salis, as Pliny would have said had he been silly enough to wander into the Gold Street Gossip Shop.
And a fine time was had by all. Apparently, this is all going to happen again.
Ya wouldn’t be dead fer quids.