7.00 pm – 9.30pm Friday 24th February
The Royal Standard Hotel
333 William Street
February 10th – 12th
This is coming up very soon – and promises to be a huge event. Amongst the regular jammers who can’t get a proper gig that weekend, will be…
The Ade Ish Trio/IshAllen Project
Anne Craig Duo
Anne Hayres with John Curtis
Annie Smith and the Bossa Boys
Breakout (Col not in a suit)
Christine Manetta with Black Pearl
David Ruiz Prado trio
G and T Jazz
Port Phillip Showband (Col in a suit..)
And Doug Kuhn in almost everything …Annie & the Bossa Boys, G&T Jazz, Not Quite Right
All the rest (around a hundred bands) are absolute rubbish, or not as the case may be. Should be a fantastic weekend.
A spiffin’ little light luncheon followed by no less than 40 musicians getting in on the act – making this the busiest jam session since the mid 19th century Balkan Wars, or possibly even before that., I wouldn’t know.
How sensible of Il Duce to arrange some nice weather so we could sit outside, gossip over an occasional social lubricant, and completely ignore the annual Bash going on inside. And there was plenty to ignore – 40 musicians got in on the act,
Due to the usual misunderstanding, about 39 of them appeared to be behaving quite inappropriately by playing music that could be misconstrued as jazz, if you weren’t paying attention and had more pressing matters on your mind. Splendid!
Highlights included Annie Smith handing out silly hats, wearing one herself and behaving decorously, as she always does…
and the Captain in fine form – he managed to ring the changes so smoothly all afternoon. And the rest of us just had fun. Hopefully…
It is hard to sum up the Bash – certainly the biggest so far, and musically one of the best yet – but the music isn’t only what it is all about. Perhaps it is worth considering that there were at least seven people there who attended the original Dizzy’s Friday night sessions 22 years ago – The Princess of Cool and Keeper of the List, Rod, Bette the stateless one, Mike H the world’s quietest drummer, Gentleman John C, Col T of the Fourth Light Punjab Horse (retd) and meself.
The First Jam Session of 2017
We are planning to start up again on January 15th 2017…. by tradition, nobody turns up for the first session, so about five of us get together and have a ball. Feel free to rock up and ruin it for us…. or make it even better.
Last Friday saw Chico join the regulars in support of Katerina Myskova – and a good night ensued – the drunken policemen helped… Continue reading →
Friday 2nd December, Katerina Myskova with the Captain Chaos Quartet
Class all the way with Katerina Myskova – the Czech chanteuse has been the most consistent of all the singers… Continue reading →
As I was saying only last Friday, “And next week? Probably no one will turn up. Unless you do.. ” How wrong can you be! At least 33 musicians must have heeded the call, two of them, possibly, as a direct result of reading the newsletter and realising that attending a jam was marginally less painful. To put it in perspective, this is now the second busiest Jam session we have recorded since 2008 (the busiest was 35 musos for the Captain’s birthday bash).
The early warning signs were there (4 saxophones with -ists attached by 4.30) and by about 5.30 we were out of control… But what a great afternoon it turned out to be. Continue reading →
Given the short notice, we keenly anticipated a near empty room for the CCQ with Katerina Myskova last week. Got that wrong, pretty much full all night and an appreciative audience enjoyed a lively set.
This Friday, 14th October, Annie Smith is fronting the CCQ at the Royal Standard Hotel, 333 William Street, North Melbourne – from 7.30 – 9.30pm.
This week’s line-up features the Captain (sax) TW (keys) Michael on drums and Ivan Sultanoff (double bass). Annie will go for a jaunt through her idiosyncratic song book – always entertaining – whilst the rest of us try to keep up. If you fancy a listen , grab a seat early. Parking is free, the food is good for the peckish, and the rest of you can amuse yourself with a cheeky little chardonnay at the bar. Sweet!
The Divine Miss Smiff – er, Annie, the microphone is over here . . .
I still haven’t got over this one. Midway through last Sunday’s jam session, The Divine Miss Smiff pulls out a chart for a song called Dreamer or something – simple enough, latin (we can cock that up, no problem), ABC form with an intro and a coda – should be easy, let’s roll!
So… we started, as you do, with the Intro. 16 bars, but the Divine Miss S decides to sing the A section over the second eight, on the grounds that she never does the intro but forgot to mention it. Not surprisingly, this doesn’t work too well, but as it is a Jam Session, no-one really minds. Except Peter Da Bass, who is actually reading the chart and is therefore, a priori, lost forthwith. Continue reading →
I was out there hiking in the less visited wilderness that is the North of Wilson’s Prom over the Easter long weekend. I don t have to do that again and when the trauma of pushing through 60 km of virgin scrub with 25 kgs strapped to my torso has receded like the tide, then I will be fit and semi sane enough to take on the Grampians during the ANZAC day long weekend.
Meanwhile, the sheltered workshop for the tone deaf, rhythmic dyslexics and do it yourself musical lobotomy patients resumed after the Easter break.
The Jam session started slowly Continue reading →
Smooth As – what’s with all the geetars?
Managed to make it for a jam session – in the Captain’s continuing absence I even got there a bit early to help Il Duce set up. All a bit quiet for starters, but the main course soon wandered in, clutching an assortment of instruments and by about 30 minutes late we had even started kicking the ball around the paddock with a toon or two.
Early disasters (it didn’t take long) were entirely down to Sir Roger De Coverley, who had polished up his tootlefloot for the occasion, which, as it transpired was not so much an occasion as an extended set of directions for the hapless Il Duce, culminating in Sir R de C the cad, ignoring his own tempo and coming in late. Fair enough, nobody else was following his instructions either… although when they did get started, it all sounded pretty good to me.
The arvo wore on (japanese fashion label). Even Ali (sax) had a dip; and by the time Alex Yarosh, Tom McGlinn, Elliott Joe and Chico had worked up the guitar solos, one would be tempted to say there were some fine solos going on.
Resisting the temptation, The Debonair JC, Gerald, Don and meself had a fine old time on the piano, with honours going to JC who played the rather tricky When I Look in Your Eyes without getting lost, and without giving away the fact that it had been put into a mildly easy key.
The late Miss Smith sang up a storm, Chris Manetta belted out a coupla bluesy numbers, Bruce drummed, Anton played every note he could think of, and Colonel T was in such an affable mood on bass and drums that he missed the new Doctor Who episode. Devotion to the cause or what? Meanwhile, Ivan the terrible swung the five-string basso profundo, and we all had a good time.
A quieter jam, but smooth as, and a high standard of music all made for a spiffing afternoon. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked where the Captain might be (Kyoto as it turns out) I would be richer by $4.35 cents.
The Sunday Jam, every week at the Leinster Arms, Gold Street, Colliwobble, from 4.00pm until we knock off around 7.30. See ya this week?
aka The Leinster Arms
Ade Ish turned up with a bunch of mates from Sydney and put up a lively set featuring the electronic saxaphone (Adolphe turning in his grave no doubt). The Captain wisely retired hurt at the first opportunity, leaving Sub Lieutenant Kuhn to the mercies of some funky little numbers…
There followed a pleasant afternoon’s ballad mangling in the finest traditions of the Jammers – amongst the mangled bodies that littered the carpet by the end of it, I detected the corpses of Little Sunflower, Mercy Mercy Mercy (that one played so slow it would have sounded better backwards..) and an experimental rendition of Moonlight in Vermont which left both singer (Kev) and musicians (Debonair JC et al) confused, bemused and enthused in equal measure.
There was a good turn-up of musos, (21) with the following pleading guilty, as they should: Colonel T of the Fourth Light Punjab Horse (actually, he played rather well) Bruce, Chrissie, Steve (drums, pretty smooth), Ivan on the hooge double bass, Lisette (p), happy birthday by the way, Carlton (bass) Chico (g), Debbie, Gerald (D and P), meself and Ian (g) on a truly lame version of Song For My Father, cheap at any price, and young Alex (drums) and John (p) rounding out the night. A slightly nervous Keelie got up and sang for the first time in years, and we hope she does it again.
And then we all had Glens Fat Chips and went home, or something.
Meanwhile, avid readers of this august journal will have spotted a missive from the Divine Miss Smith, last seen lurking around sailors in Northern Climes. One can only appreciate her decision not to go swimming in the sea because of sharks – some of those creatures are of a nervous disposition anyway, and this would only make it worse.
The late Miss Smith (well, she has never turned up early) has clearly been drinking too much of the jungle juice as she appears to be under the impression that Hortense is accompanying her – had she been asked, and she may have been, one feels sure that Hortense would have declined on the grounds that she never goes north of Altona – other than the attempted congenial visit with Rotten Ronnie Junior, although that ended badly due to Hortense’s limited understanding of English, and Rotten Ronnie’s unfortunate accident in the Ballarat region.
But I digress: do turn up for a little Jam Session next Sunday, we will all play in tune, bars will not be dropped, the saxaphones will never play more than one chorus, and then only after everyone else has had a dip, we will decline to play Watermelon Man, Autumn Leaves, Summertime, Caravan and, with any luck, the woeful Little Sunflower, and the charts will all be right way up, and… well that might all be an exaggeration, but turn up anyway!
Ahoy and ahaarrrrgh mateys! T’is I , disabled sea person Annie Smithers sailing the high (and low) seas along the north coast of Borneo. Hortense and I are having a hale of a time…. Well more of a crocodile of a time really but haven’t seen any of hose either ….. Except in a wildlife reserve pen!!! They keep telling me”you can’t swim here. There’s crocodiles!” I think they’re just trying trying to avoid me getting out in a swimsuit and baring too much flesh. Hortense is a devout naturist which makes things worse. Speaking of flesh. I was hoping to be head hunted here for an extended tour of ritzy resorts but alas and alack I haven’t been discovered …..yet??!! I could go on about the ups and downs of life at sea but suffice to say Hortense and I are often hot and sticky and rolling in it (the sea that is!) It makes for a nice change for a couple of old flappers like us! So I’ll be seeing you all in September if I haven’t been keel hauled. Hope the winds down there are fair and not foul. That’s another thing. You should try living in close quarters with H for a month… especially when she gets on the port in port. She’ll drink almost anything in a storm. I have traded my penchant for vino and now live on a steady diet of cheap beer and muesli. Ah …the glamour of it all!!! Keep warm LOL DS Annie Smithers Oyyyyeee aaaaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhhh!