First Session at the Junktion Hotel goes big!

Only four day’s notice, a cold grey sort of day, we walked into an empty room, with a rock drum kit set up in the corner; and took far too long setting up, due, probably to a surfeit of experts. Sticks Findlay amused himself by stuffing the kick drum, swapping the cymbals and snare, whilst the speakers, piano (adjusted to Hornby height), PA and amps were all moved around at a dizzying pace. Continue reading →

The Lunatic Lounge last Sunday

Class all the way, actually.. We opened with Fermin and Manal singing Girl From Ipanema, followed by Corcovado which featured a sensitive and exquisite saxophone solo from young (he tells me) Clark.

Youtube clip of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto click here

There followed a lively instrumental set, opening with Yardbird Suite, followed by the politically correct version of Coming Home Baby, written by Ben Tucker, with covers by Herbie Mann and Mel Torme; followed by pubmeister Glen saying it was all too loud. Continue reading →

The Leinster runs hot, and the film crew don’t get in the way

Film crew in attendance, and wandered in just as the session was getting started. Occasional drummer Mack in the chair, Jeff in fine form on saxaxphone, the Captain and Laurie in support, and Neil the imperturbable on guitar. Spiffin…until Coming Home Baby morphed from a swing tune to an indescribable soft rock, funk beat. We replaced the bass player as soon as possible, with U-Turn Ivan and the five string double bass. Continue reading →

Future Jam Sessions(part 3) The Friday Night Debacle and loads of fun…

The Captain loaded up his saxophone and music stands, in downtown Williamstown, drove to the Laughing Leinster and loaded up the piano, stand and bass amp, drove on to St Kilda and transferred all the above to the orchestral ute, along with PA, stands and speakers, and drove Miss K, and meself to West Beach Pavilion…which seemed ominously quiet. Turned out the management had neglected to go through with their agreement, closed early and neglected to tell anyone about it, Sticks Findlay had half unloaded the drum kit, and we had the ute partly unloaded of every thing else. Once the remnant staff, whose collective IQ would struggle to reach double figures, had explained that the management had left us and anyone coming in the proverbial lurch, the pin was rapidly pulled.

We called every one of the friends and musos who had let us know they were coming, and can be held responsible for the violent U-turn executed by Ivan; and apologise to anyone else who did turn up on a bitterly cold night to find the WBP closed.

We subsequently reloaded all the above, repaired to Chateau Emilton and unloaded everything, reloaded Col’s car and then drank whisky until we felt better.

Probably best left alone. If anyone wishes to post a comment,, but keep yourself nice

So we are still looking for a suitable future venue for the Jammers. Patience, children!