Experience, according to Wikipedia, consists of knowledge of or skill of some thing or some event gained through involvement in or exposure to that thing or event. For example, the word experience could be used in a statement like: “I have experience in fishing”.
In the dying hours of last Sunday’s Jan, the highly experienced Jazz Jammers, led by the incomparable Captain Chaos, played for the second time only, an obscure Pat Metheny ballad. No-one, neither the band, the back bar gossip squad, the Eight Ballers out the front, nor Pat Metheny, fortunately, had the slightest clue as to what they were doing.
The preceding Jam was an interesting one, to say the least. We swung through a rep of swing tunes, show tunes, diverted to a lengthy bebop interlude, had some half stride from the venerable Bob, Spike and Monty both classy on drums, Chico ace on guitar, Sam Izzo, back from Italy, engaged at last, in fine form on piano, Sonia and the Divine Miss Smith on tonsils, and an audience that remarked several times on the high standard of music. Amazing things those ear buds.
Experience, within the context of the Jazz Jam sessions, could just as well be defined as “recognising your mistakes when you make them again..” Had we finished half an hour earlier, Metheny could have remained unmolested, and we could have all gone fishing.
This week is Father’s day, so the Jam Session will be packed with confused looking middle aged gentlemen wearing hideous cardigans and clutching power drills. Or not as the case may be.
Should you feel so inclined on Sunday arvo I am sure we can squeeze you in somewhere.
Sunday Arvo Jam Session, The Leinster Arms, Gold Street, Collingwood every Sunday, 4.00 until the Captain falls over.