Or whatever. Sunday rolled around, yet again, and a motley crew of musicians fronted for a bit of ballad mangling on a variety of instruments. Around 20 musos, and, for a change, singers, most of whom did Summertime.
As jam sessions go, this one had its moments, nothing got broken, and nobody died. Several perpetrators tried music, either in concert with the saxophones, or fighting over the top of the massed ranks.
The Captain was inclined to let them go. We tried Monk tunes, swing tunes, the blues, the beer and the bossa – it wasn’t pretty but it was entertaining. One of the joys of a jam session is to see musos playing together – although there may have been occasions when it became a bit of a competition – Satin Doll played in Dm from the lead instrument, whilst Am from everyone else simultaneously may not have been the pinnacle moment. As none of us were listening, it didn’t matter a bit.
Stick to the inherently lower cost black notes. See ya Sunday?