Jam Session, cheap booze and Broken Promises

Last Sunday’s Jam was the third biggest turn out of musos we have ever had. Props to Rod and Bette back on a brief trip from some sweaty dive north of Borneo) for dragging so many through the door, and sorry you had to shout all afternoon to maintain the constant banter to which you are accustomed.

So, about those loud saxaphones and rattly ol’ drummers. No point in telling either to turn it down, as they are all industrially deaf. Can’t imagine why… Continue reading

2014 Inaugural Jam Session: Musicians turn up shock

In a rare departure for Jam Sessions, several real musicians turned up, and people started playing jazz. It is, admittedly, early days, but I can’t see this radical departure from the norm persisting for too long. Oh well, ’twas fun while it lasted . . .

Not one, but two Clarks fronted – Roger and the better looking, much younger one, Rory. And between them, they made a number of others sound pretty damn good.

Props to Bishop Bennett for a long stint on both bass and guitar (not, mercifully, at the same time.) Quite how anyone can carry on a conversation, laugh his head off and still play fabulously is a mystery. The Biennett himself could not explain it.

Alternated with Jess (double bass), who wore her fingers to a frazzle trying to keep up with Chelly Parisi on Devil May Care. Um, who else: Ali of course on his silver sax, a long stint from Glen on drums, Karen deciding she would sing Amazing Grace after all, and did it nicely, Captain Chaos and Eric de Canada swapping saxaphone licks, Dylan (?) from Queensland dropping by to  play guitar, the married Sebastien on drums, Kay from Darwin in fine form, proud owner of a Yamaha Digital Electric Grand, no side car attached, and  welcome back. And Bob, who doesn’t read the newsletter, but I tell him he is mentioned, and that seems to suffice. Surprise of the day was Kevin who looks like he should know better by now, but has a smooth as voice and was a delight to listen to.

Good grief, there was even an audience: POCKOTL, Rod, Bette, and the usual slew of lightly fried locals.

All in all, a spiffin’ little jaunt, and we will do it again, always assuming someone turns up.
TW