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.
Fine cameo by Trev on piano, Fermin and Neil on guitars, and a welcome return by Michael Findlay on drums, followed by Bill, the Captain and later a coupla solos from Will on saxaphone, much improved and improvised, before Malcolm took over the keys. Bassist Pierce played solidly all afternoon, and got the bass sound right: he held the rhythm section admirably together. Black Nile a standout that flew well above the audience’s heads, then the Debster and Kevin on vocals. After which point, some of us wandered out into the warm air of an autumnal evening, and the remaining musos probably ramped it up until the dancing on the tables died down, and they all left when the pub ran out of beer.
Or not as the case may be. Well, probably not…
The Leinster Arms, Gold Street Collingwood, will definitely be back on Sunday 15th April at 4.00pm
I walked in to the Gold Street Gossip shop, bang on time, to be greeted by a fine selection of old friends – Marg and Mark Allen brung along a table or two, Steve Bray setting up his drums, Land lord Glen in jovial mood and a bunch of regular musos. Seems like the return to form of the jam of the previous week, and then some. Only thing lacking was a train wreck or two, but we can fix that later. Continue reading
24th Feb 2018
The usual suspects appeared at the Leinster Arms Hotel on Sunday for a run through of the same old tired and hackneyed material that pre dates the construction of the Pyramids of Giza or is it Stone Henge? Continue reading
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. Continue reading
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………. Continue reading
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
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
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
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..
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?