From Somewhere inside the Leinster Arms

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.

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25 Jammers New and Old

The last Session of the Year was the longest I can remember, with over 25 Jammers new and old wandering in throughout the day and rocking the joint for a mere eight hours.

Glen (Il Duce to those in the know) went all out with a great set-up (he even put in foldbacks fergawdsake), opened up the Atrium and the Beer Garden to the street, and got blessed with a really fine day (the Gods must be tone deaf)   After a fine light luncheon (nobody died) around 25 musicians swapped and chopped all day long, ably mustered by Captain Chaos hisself, who did, it must be said, look a little stuffed by the end.

The singers – Anne Smith, Anne Hayres, Sonia Davoine, Melinda Traves and Sevil Sabah , Marita and Lehma, amongst others, really turned it on. Doug Haircut Kuhn drove that stick bass all day long, Matthias, The Hirsh,  Sebastien, and others rattled the skins, The Captain, Jason, Keef, Peter, Dennis, Kepler, Marion, and I can’t remember who else soloed, Ben and Ray Hood (the original Lounge Lizard) on guitars, Blonde Bob, Gentleman John Curtis and meself, amongst others, tickled the plastics, and there too was the invisible trombonist, Jack Morris.

A great end to a fine year of Jam Sessions – there were four people there who, to the best of my knowledge, have been going to the Jams for over 23 years. And still can’t get it right. Makes you wonder..

We will be back on 18th January.

Hortense and Madge from Altona send their regards.

Toodle Pip!

What’s Up With Jack

You may have heard that Jack Morris got run over by a four wheel drive, and has had to have a hip replacement. That is just a rumour, the truth is, he was playing Footprints or Killer Joe at the time: I would think that would constitute a complete defence for the bloke in the Nissan Pathfinder or whatever it was. Sadly, the trombone came out unscathed. There is no justice in the world any more, is there… get well soon Jack!

The 51st Inaugural Vladivostok Jazz Bash (2014) and other nonsense

 The proposed event above has been relocated, possibly to Castlemaine, due to bad weather. The Captain has scouted a couple of ace venues in the ancient burgh of Castlemaine, famous for its, well I am not sure what, really. Great assistance from John Hannah was much appreciated, and things are moving along nicely. So we didn’t have to send the Captain to Vladivostok after all, although, of course, the temptation remains, particularly when he starts playing Killer Joe or Footprints.

 What’s on at the Grand Hotel?

 This week, the slightly glamorous Chelly Parisi will be trotting out a mix of swing, show tunes, ballads and some funky little numbers; accompanied by Avi Ganesan on bass, Andrew Putnam on drums, meself on drugs, and Julian “put that light out” Driscoll keeping us all in good order. Ace night coming up!

Friday 19th April, from 5.30pm at the Grand Hotel, corner of Spencer and Flinders Streets

 What’s Up With Jack

You may have heard that Jack Morris got run over by a four wheel drive, and has had to have a hip replacement. That is just a rumour, the truth is, he was playing Footprints or Killer Joe at the time: I would think that would constitute a complete defence for the bloke in the Nissan Pathfinder or whatever it was. Sadly, the trombone came out unscathed. There is no justice in the world any more, is there… get well soon Jack!

The Leinster Jam Session

…was rather busy again this week – Captain Chaos in fine form as ever.

 Highlights (for me, anyway) were Mr Taariq playing some great bass – not too loud, right on the chord all the time. I think he must have been on performance enhancing substances, although he didn’t answer to James, Hird or Coach so maybe not. Great set, Mr T

 Followed by Andy Moon, who was just as good, and so he should be because he can actually read those little dots they put over the chords to confuse the rest of us, and he sits in with a dead posh band when not playing at the jams.

Oh, and Chelly and Tess sang some great ballads – I really enjoyed sitting back and being entertained. John Curtis, Ali, Julian, James (drums), Andrew (drums), Danilo (DRUMS) and a few others provided the candles on the cake.

 Around fifteen musos provided a class performance all arvo. Stop it at once, it sets a dangerous precedent.

Ya wouldn’t be dead fer quids…

Why Jazz – From Jack

From the Ed: This week I have asked Jack Morris, he of the trombone and vocal fame – Why Jazz?

I would like to tell you why I like Jazz Mainstream/Modern (not Trad). My mother used to play Piano (not professionally) so I was brought up listening to swing type music during my primary years. The first record I bought when I started work at the age of 15 was of Dizzy and Bird playing  “Shurnuff” and on the flip side Sarah Vaughan singing “Loverman”.

At this time I took up the Trombone in the Village Band where I lived, I would have rather played Trumpet but I arrived late and the Bandmaster gave me the Trombone and “You have got long arms so you can reach 7th position”. I practised hard and was in the band for 3 years. At 18 I had to join the Armed Forces and through someone knowing someone I was enlisted in the Central Band of the Royal Air Force, in Uxbridge, near London and I signed up for 5yrs.

During this time was playing in and around London. Was 2nd Trom in a “Stan Kenton” style 20 piece band for 3yrs while still serving in the airforce band. In 1953 the Band was stationed outside the gates of Buckingham Palace for the Queen’s Coronation. At the end of the year I was demobbed and returned to my home which was near to Banbury where I continued playing in a 6 piece dance band playing around the Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire area, also with Small orchestras and amateur musicals pit bands.

We emigrated to Australia in July 1968 to Sydney and played in semi-professional bands and a 17 piece big band, also at the Motors Traders Club in George St, Sydney with Night Club Band for a season and most of the Sports Clubs and RSLs in and around Sydney. In 1970 we emigrated to Palmerston North, New Zealand and played in the Manawatu Big Band and also smaller groups. In 1977 moved to Auckland and joined the Royal Australian Navy Band for 5yrs and also formed my own Big Band.

After I retired I took a brass teaching position with a private boys school teaching Trumpets, Trombones and other brass. Then formed the big band which we toured for 2 weeks in  Melbourne and Adelaide in 1993 and Sydney and Brisbane in 1995. Retiring from school came back to Melbourne and formed the Jack Morris Big Band and also playing with the Diamond Valley Big Band. Also with the Musicians Big Band.

Jack Morris


A Very Quiet Day at the Leinster?

      It is not beyond the bounds of possibility that Hortense was in her usual mood at the Leinster last Sunday: another monster afternoon full of noise, the occasional gem leavened as it must be, by the profound musical incompetence which we all know and, for the most part,love. Another 20 musos, if you include singers in that category, fronted for a fine and noisy afternoon of ballad mangling, blues bashing and badinage. Glen (” Il Duce” to those in the know),  was in fine form on the drums, grinning from ear to ear, which is only possible if you have two ears, one on each sid of your head , which he does. Another smart session, I swear he could make the trains run on time given half a chance. Danilo, Andrew and Tom traded sticks, and they were, of course, all too      loud, except Andrew and Tom, but it wasan exciting afternoon.

      For a change, the singers stole the show – after some fine Hayre ballads, Juliane, then Amy, then Melinda got up and swung, belted and bluesed their way through Cheek to Cheek, God Bless the  Child, Stormy Monday amongst others, the collective effort      reducing the audience to a quivering heap. Ross, (possibly a demiRock God, who knows) then torched Moondance big time, and finally Ken got up for a blues Ballad with Melinda.

      I neglected to mention someone last week, but I can’t remember  who. So if it was Col, Noel, Aaron, Taariq, Stan, Bob, Gentleman John Curtis, Rocket Rod, Jack the Lad, Lisbeth, Sandro, or meself, consider yourself neglected this week as well…

      You may be left wondering, just what constitutes Hortense’s usualmood (or not, as the case may be). Well, all of Hortense’s moods are usual, and she is usually in one of them. Life has not been thje same since she set fire to the stage curtains of the Strangle Ferret, and come to think of it, probably wasn’t the same before then, either. I do wonder about Hortense, but then, don’t we all?

      Stick to the black notes – they are cheaper…

      Catchya soon I hope.  TW