Which neatly sums up the quiet little Jam Session that took place last Sunday. Plenty of opportunity to gyre and gimble, and none missed. A smaller bunch of jammers than usual (17) concocted a variety of tempo, and tones. And then had them altered at random.

All of which made for the usual gossip-mongering over a refreshing social lubricant, munchies from Glen, and the early departure of several rather good musos.

And the orchestra played on…

Bass:
Colonel T Fourth Punjab Light Horse (retd)
Drums,
Michael Findlay,
Bill the beanpole,
the Hirsh (pleads not guilty)
Saxophones:
Captain Chaos,
Roger De Coverley’s distant relation,
Jeff
Noel
(will plead not guilty if we find a chart for it)
Singers:
The Late Annie Smith,
Manal,
Brian
Pianists:
Malcolm Hornby,
meself,
Richard,
Trevor
Guitarists:
Neil,
Fermin

In summary “A curate’s egg”…not the greatest Jam Session by any means, the occasional trainwreck, the occasional triumph – society is to blame

At least that all bodes well for next week .

See Ya Sunday?

Twas brillig...Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, Rugby School, 1846

A Curate’s Egg  The origin of the phrase is the George du Maurier cartoon “True Humility”, printed in the British satirical magazine Punch, on 9th November 1895.