Live at The Leinster

Dateline 21 Jan 2018

A small group of regular jammers appeared at the Leinster Arms Hotel on Sunday to start another year of mangled ballads, hackneyed show tunes, suspect swing songs and NQR bossa novas and soul jazz dirges.

Some of the music did sound like music but that must could have been accidental.

Mike Hirsch, Bill, Michael and others beat the drums into submission. This scribe played bass and a spot of jazz guitar. Pony Tail Pete played electric bass too.

Roger ’spray on jeans’ Clarke played saxophone as did the captain of Chaos who instilled chaos when the song was actually on track and exacerbated the chaos when a train wreck was approaching. Jeff was also present on Saxophone.

Gentleman John Curtis, Kay and others tinkled the piano keys with some proficiency.

Warblers included the bespectacled warbler Kevin, Kay with her song books that are numbered like a Vietnamese take away restaurant menu and Sir Not Appearing in this Jam who stole the show with a characteristic nonappearance. What Perfect pitch !

Fermin and others who are too talented or too handsome to remember rotated on guitars but eventually the numbers dwindled down to a handful of jammers and it was time to pack up and go home.

Yes the Jam is back up and running for 2018.

If you have jazz charts that you have written yourself or have charts that are by more recent artists such as present day composer/ saxophone star Kamasi Washington ( Who is performing at the Forum in Melbourne , 9th March, check him out!!! more info) then bring those charts in multiple copies, so we won’t have to ruin the same songs every week. This allow us to ruin other tunes.

We don’t discriminate. Who Knows we might even play them right just to surprise everyone.

TH

Chez Leinster on 19/11/17

This scribe went along armed with an electric bass and a semi hollow electric guitar to see what could happen on a Sunday at the Leinster Arms……….

The following observations were made while your correspondent played as the sole and only bassist for nearly 4 hours nonstop.

At least four drummers turned up including Michael and Bill. As a bassist I listen to the drummer while playing the song and try to torture them occasionally, or is it the other way round? Continue reading

Jam Sunday 29th Nov from Taariq

What with a large contingent of usual jazz Jammers away at the Grampians Jazz Festival (and possibly also away with the fairies) the army reserve B Team, straight out of a B movie, stood in and ensured that the show must go on at the Leinster Arms Hotel on Sunday.

Such was the low turnout that after Terry sat in on drums, with this scribe on electric bass and then a lengthy stint on piano, Ivan came to the rescue on Double Bass and your humble correspondent even had a chance to brush up on the drums ( yes a drumming pun).

Fermin and Neil rotated on guitar and newcomer Craig also joined in on guitar on songs such as “Milestones”.

Glenn the Publican sat in on drums including a fast version of “Just Friends”. Continue reading

Settle down

No sooner had I eased the corporate chariot into one and a half spaces, parking not being my strong suit, than I was greeted by the sight of young Nadira strolling somewhat purposefully towards the battered green door of the Gold Street Bebop Stop and Tea Roomes.

The Hobart chanteuse, possibly one of the better known singers in Lenah Valley, was urged on by a beaming Captain Chaos, who may have sat back and listened to a selection of swing tunes finely crafted, but not to the extent that he forgot to plan some disruptive fours for later on. Marion appeared a little lost on some of the rowdier numbers, and a little found on some of the others – another fine contribution. Continue reading

So, the Captain writes…

Given, a long weekend, the great weather, the Inverloch Jazz festival, Moomba etc. was anybody going to join your correspondent at the Leinster for a jam session? Then they started to arrive.

Three guitarists, three vocalists, a drummer, a bassist, a saxophonist, and a pianist kicked off a somewhat quiet afternoon. Kaye sang a few tunes and then Geoff played his two pieces on the keys and left soon after. The surprise of the year was when Kay jumped at the opportunity to play keys and stayed there for the rest of the session. Sang no more!!! Fermin, Rob and Don ably rotated on guitars and Peter played a marathon effort on bass. Debbie and Kevin worked well on vocals and Glen drove the rhythm, as only he can, until he had to return to the bar. Then, in walked Ben, a young student of drums, who keep the percussive thing going. Rick on flute and Keith on tenor arrived later to augment the very thin horn section. To sum up…13 musicians had heaps of playing.

Not your usual correspondent

What if they held a Jam Session, and nobody turned up? Well, that was a bit slack….

I have no clue what went on last Sunday. No matter how hard I tried, I simply could not hear the Jam. The Sydney wedding went well.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, or whatever, apparently there was not a lot going on… and I am indebted to the Captain for this week’s review, a masterpiece of understatement, journalistic brevity, and quite possibly some unique spellings. At least the lads made some noise. Must do better next week..

Sunday Jam

It almost didn’t happen

No keyboard or bass players in sight. Cancellation was on the cards when Fermin Navasecues arrived with his guitar. Finally a lone chordal instrument to accompany 6 drummers, 4 singers and 3 saxophonists . Paul, Mike Bruce Glen Anne and Greg provided the beat. Maria, Kevin Chrissie and Anne sang a range of great standards. John, Peter and myself added the horn sounds. A big thanks to Fermin who tirelessly strummed his way through around 20 tunes for over three and half hours.

Not your usual correspondent

The next Jam Session is on Sunday 31st January, we will all be back on deck (assuming we can get back from Castlemaine, and/or bush bashing, in time) , nobody will turn up, and we will have a great old afternoon of ballad bashing, blues bungling, bossa mangling, vicious but genteel gossip, and the occasional infusion of social lubricant.

See ya there?