Fashionably late, I staggered through the door of the Gold Street Gossip shop in time to hear Curtis, Colonel T, Captain Chaos, Fermin, Findlay, Steve Bray and/or Bill and the motley crew tweak some irretrievable version of a Monk tune (name withheld to protect the guilty) before settling down to listen to Lisette bring some calm and disorder to the proceedings. I then retired to the back bar for a bit of a gossip with POCKOTL
There is a satisfyingly predictable trajectory to the jam session which sees the singers take over around 6pm and this session was no different: Kev, a newcomer and then Manal back and singing with confidence. Chloe smoking a version of At Last. She then called for Girl From Ipanema which guitarist (Bradon/Brayden/Baden well maybe just guitarist ) enlivened by injecting the Sailors Hornpipe or Looney Tunes theme, maybe both, into his solo. Nice one.
Another Sunday, another jam – it was good to get back, enjoy some good music and some good trainwrecks. Props to Col T (retd.) for carrying his bat.
This week, Free Beer at Bar Prices. See ya Sunday?
What’s On, where, when, why not…
Saturday: Castlemaine Jazz Festival AGM
Sunday: Melbourne Jazz Jammers Session No 481, at the Chopper Read Ballroom
Sunday: Castlemaine Jazz Jam Session, at the Maurocco Bar
And if you survive that lot, you might want to listen to some music. Don’t know where though..
the first Sunday of the month is rapidly approaching…
After last month’s successful debut at Maurocco Bar, the lads are back for more, April 2nd. You might consider a jaunt up the Calder – it makes for a great day out, the beer is cold and the welcome warm.
Say g’day to Ken Turnbull for me.
It was a veritable cornucopia — or should it be hornucopia — of movin’ and groovin’ at the Castlemaine Jazz Jam last Sunday. The movin’ bit involved going up the street to a new venue: the marvellous Maurocco Bar across from the railway station. (That’s not a typo, you mistake-spotting readers of The Age. The owner’s name is Mauro.) The groovin’ bit involved 24 jam makers preserving the juice of jazz, with nothing to jar the senses.
About 40 jazz fans kept numerous couches and armchairs warm, and bar staff did their damnedest to cool things down with liberal libations. Individual seats were as tightly held as Kooyong during the Menzies years. We welcomed some new faces who were all experienced hands. Adding them to the mix with our stalwart brigade necessitated a hastily concocted spreadsheet that approached king size.
Demonstrating that Central Victoria gets its name from, well, being at the centre of Victoria, we had jamsters from Bendigo, Dingee (we don’t know where it is either), Castlemaine, Newstead, Maldon, Harcourt, Lancefield and Macedon. Melbourne was well represented by a delegation of five.
They all bopped some swing, swung some standards, innovated some bossa, jumped some blues and romanticised some ballads. To sum up, it was great.
We’ll do the same but different on Sunday 2 April at 2pm.
Robbie Noakes took the photos…
It is on again – and there is the promise of an exciting new development to be announced soon. I was not aware that their publicity was being handled by a property spruiker.