Jazz at The Junktion Hotel . . .

. . .  every man and his dog rocked the Junktion this week. And what a session it turned out to be – 26 musos in attendance, and joining the regulars, were the likes of Sir Roger, Rick, bassist Andrew, Kay (piano and mellodica), John Hunter (blues harp), Malcolm (drums) and Margaret (violin). And Brigid Deneefe having a ball whilst Sir Roger blew out the windows to celebrate his award for attending Merimbula for 27 years.. An audience of over 50 enjoyed a variety of jazz styles.

We haven’t seen Ponytail Pete in a while – he stepped up to the plate and played some fine bass, after a marathon stint from newcomer Andrew on double bass; and Brian sang, for the first time at the Junktion, particularly well. Peter Cole made a welcome return (from Pommieland I think) trailing clouds of rust perhaps, but really got into the groove.

Carol showed she is turning into a true jammer, handing out one page of a two page chart, in two different keys; but made up for it by singing an entertaining set. Look out for her first stint as a featured singer, coming up soon.

The session started with Gentleman John Curtis, and finished with Annie Smith, as a good session should.

The Junktion Jazz sessions continue to grow in size and quality. Interesting times ahead – and great to welcome back the Merimbula mob and the Castlemaine crew.

See ya Sunday?
TW

Meanwhile, The Junktion Hotel …

… survived the B team, although in truth, there were more people there than we expected, and Piers, Neil and I had a ball. Surprising number of newcomers turned up, and enjoyed lively sets, from Katerina and Carol, in particular, Brian pleading a sore throat; Shanelle (saxophone) possibly one of the youngest musos in a while, and doing okay once she found her feet; hope she comes again; regular Bruce propping up the bar, and one of two Kyoto students (jazz standards, good voice, hope they come again too) got up to sing. Piers indulged in a session at the drums, and sounded even better when I nipped up stairs and found the drum sticks. Continue reading

The Junktion Hotel : so far, so good, and more to come

The three week trial has run its course – and has been outstandingly successful. 15 musos first week, 24 musos the next week, and for the third week, Sevil Sabah sang two short sets with her favourite quartet, (Tom Doublier, Doug Kuhn, Neil and meself) to an enthusiastic crowd of around fifty people, jammers and locals.. Of course, Dave the Boss had already said he would like us to continue, and with Castlemaine and Merimbula both on this week, it should all go pleasantly pear shaped from here on out… Continue reading

The Junktion Hotel goes weekly!

And quite a few new and familiar faces turned up. John Curtis, Will, Trevor piano, Trevor harp and Vlad (guitar) amongst them, to see what the fuss was about – and we ended up with 24 musos getting up to play, the Captain’s stress levels rising accordingly, and another good audience. Continue reading

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

Wow! That was a surprise

There was speculation a couple of weeks ago that the best jam sessions sometimes comprise a decidedly random set of musos. Last Sunday’s bash proved the point – no bass player all afternoon, a couple of very good piano players, (plus a couple more), no singers and the redoubtable (no I am not sure what that means either) Neil, Fermin and Vlad on guitars. Continue reading

The Jam session: 15 Musos with nothing better to do

The Leinster Arms Hotel
Well, a quiet day for a change, in the Chateau de Leinster, and 15 musos (and you may treat the term with derision if you wish) all neatly lined up to take their turn (hah!) in mangling a fine selection of toons. We even played a Peter Ryan original, but we were getting desperate by then. Continue reading

Madge: the news from Refinery Terrace

It has been quiet of late, in West Altona’s leafiest suburban street. What a pity there are no trees to go with it. After the debacle with Rotten Ronnie Junior, of which the less said the better, Madge has taken to her room, with only a cask port and a catering pack of Winnie Blues to sustain her. There may have been the occasional foray to the Strangled Parrot, West Altona’s first and last licensed cabaret venue, but not many matelots get that far these days . . . and even fewer get back.

Hortense on the other hand, has been lurking about the jazz bars and live music venues of Melbourne, generally keeping to herself, or not, as the case may be. She may well have been sitting outside the Gold Street Gossip shop enjoying the music, but that would have been on Easter Sunday.
TW