One sometimes wonders whether a pattern is emerging in the Gold Street Gossip Shop sessions, hailing as they do from the epicentre of cultural alternativeness in the northern wastes of Colliwobble. Most weeks, we seem to start with a bout of amnesia, therefore thinking that we can actually play (and I use the word loosely, as Hortense might say) a couple of numbers in the tempo di dubious from the book of songswotColknows, before settling down to the usual fare of Autumn 66, Summer Leaves and Root something or other… Continue reading
Other than that, last week’s jam, much enlivened by the absence of Messrs Chaos and Kuhn, started quiet, stayed quiet mostly, and was rather fun all arvo.. by the time we had finished, 22 musos had had a dip, nothing got broken and nobody died…
In yet another first, we opened proceedings with a new singer, Carol, accompanied by a new pianist, Kay, and an old bass player, Colonel T of the Fourth Light Punjab Horse (retd). Putting tyros together is a recipe for disaster, but fortunately, none of the jammers can cook, and it all turned out rather well.. Continue reading
There are many, many Jam Sessions which are carefully planned, scrupulously organised and meticulously focussed on, generally, “modern” jazz, which, for reasons which escape me, means jazz first performed by African American heroin addicts some time between 1954 and about 1966, and slavishly copied by middle class kids in Jazz courses the world over ever since. Continue reading
Castlemaine Jazz Festival: The Volunteers have their say
Or their lunch, whatever. This Sunday sees yet another post Festival session, this one aimed at thanking the volunteers for their efforts – there were 90 people who put their hand up, and the Committee is keenly aware of how important they are to the smooth running of the Festival. Volunteer Obergruppenfuhrer Gabrielle will be in the chair, and local and Melbourne based Committee members will be there.
“There” being the Cumberland Hotel, which, amongst other things, hosts the Festival Jam sessions and hopefully makes oodles of moolah out of it all. They are supporting the bash – what splendid chaps.
Before you know it, the daffodils will be out, the flannelled fools will be ironing a crease, and the ski bunnies will be bouncing off rocks again. In the meantime, where better to be on a cold winter’s day than sucking on social lubricant in the back bar of the Gold Street Lizard Lounge? Don’t answer that.. Continue reading