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…
Colonel T Fourth Punjab Light Horse (retd)
Bill the beanpole,
the Hirsh (pleads not guilty)
Roger De Coverley’s distant relation,
(will plead not guilty if we find a chart for it)
The Late Annie Smith,
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.