Well, That Was Kind of Comfortable

Audience confused, of course, but the regular jammers set down for a regular jam, playing around with some fairly standard songs, with predictable results. Like a pair of old slippers, it was all decidedly comfortable – saxophonists (there were three) leading the charge in a born to rule kind of way, pianists (two remarkably good ones dropped in on the regulars (Curtis, the Don, and meself), and Findlay whacking away at the drums to the point of exhaustion, whereupon Il Duce took pity and spelled him for a bit. Matt Berg took over later on, played beautifully.

As has been the case in recent weeks, Bass players were a bit thin on the ground, with Ponytail Pete and Colonel T shouldering the load. Fermin, Brian and later on Chico all slotted in some nice guitar work.

It is afternoons like this that give you time for a yarn with a few old friends, the occasional social lubricant, and some light banter with a slightly manic Colonel T of the Fourth Punjab Light Horse (retd), who took it upon himself to direct proceedings from time to time. The results were predictable, although perhaps the rendition of Black Nile was a bit special, as it was spectacularly shredded, demolished and stomped into the carpet. Musicians who were there will know what I mean, and the funeral will be announced once the pieces have been gathered up and bagged.

The late Miss Smith turned up at her usual hour, and lifted the mood considerably – still basking in plaudits from her Friday night session. And Ponytail Pete got booked for his first session at the Royal Standard Hotel this week, so at least some of us are progressing well.

Kind, comfortable, what more could you want. Don’t answer that Hortense…

Melbourne Jazz Jammers – a bunch of musos getting together to play random toons. Sometimes we all play the same tune at the same time. Doesn’t make much difference.

Second opinions will be sought at The Leinster Arms, Gold Street Collingwood, Sunday 4th March 2017, at 4.00pm.

All Bashed Up…

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…

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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.

TW

Jam Session News: It’s dropping off…

As Hortense might have said, had she been there, which she could have been. There have been some quieter weeks for the jam sessions of late – for whatever reason, fewer singers in particular. All of which creates a greater opportunity for those that do turn up, and this week’s 15 or so musos all got plenty of playing time. Continue reading

Jam Session News: There isn’t any, the Editor has gone AWOL, and the extra 3b reserve copy boy is off to the land of the long white pom…

Other than that, last week’s jam, much enlivened by the absence of Messrs Chaos and Kuhn, started quiet, stayed quiet mostly, and was rather fun all arvo.. by the time we had finished, 22 musos had had a dip, nothing got broken and nobody died…

In yet another first, we opened proceedings with a new singer, Carol, accompanied by a new pianist, Kay, and an old bass player, Colonel T of the Fourth Light Punjab Horse (retd). Putting tyros together is a recipe for disaster, but fortunately, none of the jammers can cook, and it all turned out rather well.. Continue reading

At The Leinster

I have bought a looper pedal and if I can get the hang of using it,then I may start having live appearances backing myself times 6. Woe betide me if I split up with myself and have to send the looper pedal to the second hand pedal graveyard on E bay!!.

The sheltered workshop for the survivors of DIY musical lobotomies and tonal dyslexics reconvened after a period of seven days. Time wounds all and by Saturday I was telling myself that maybe they will play a Wayne Shorter composition that was written quite recently, i.e. Something from less than 50 years ago would be selected and truly mangled again. Continue reading

Jam Session News: More from Colonel T (retd)!

I have been asked if you think the Jazz Jam is so dreadful then why do you keep coming? Over the 11 years that I have been coming and taking part , many people have met and formed bands through the networking opportunities that the Jazz Jam offers. It is a social outlet for music lovers and people who hope that something that resembles jazz or any kind of music might be heard in a spontaneous and convivial environment. Continue reading

The First Jazz Jam of 2016

… took place at the Leinster arms took place with little fanfare. A small rusted on party of people appeared to keep up the long tradition of musical train wrecks on a Sunday alive and kicking.

Due to a shortage of many varieties of musicians, some were heard on their respective instruments without any support from the interchange bench. We should have mic.’d up a bench. It would have fitted in well.

On Guitar, new face Luis brandished his white Fender copy for three hours without stopping. I think he enjoyed it and found some tunes that he had never heard so badly mangled before.

The Captain was back in charge of chaos on the saxophone. There were no other reed or wind instruments played by any other life form. He did get us playing some Mingus and Roland Kirk tunes and not pre Ella Fitzgerald stuff so he is trying to prod us in the right direction. Drummers included Spike, Monsieur Sebastien, Bruce of the‘shuffle not swing’ tribe, Matt Berg, and there may have been others who were too rhythmically challenged to make a lasting impression.

Most humans try to forget the bad stuff in life.

Well, I was on bass for the whole jam session. That may have been quite traumatic for some. Next week, we’ll pass the hat around for the costs of therapy sessions for those who have heard one bass solo too many.

Singers included Maria with the bedsheet style charts and Petronas Towers heels, Chrissie, (I got rhythm …..) and Jill, who got through some fine tunes including God Bless the Child. With a rhythm section like that, God Bless the fact that it finished.

Kevin, the bespectacled warbler, persisted with coming back in too early while soloists were plugging away. He might have been putting them out of their misery. Or not.

Knock knock.

Who’s there at the window? A singer! How do you know? They can’t find the key and don’t know where to come in!!

Pianists included Max from Italy, Ted Woollan who played on a Coltrane song just to confound me, Daniel who was excellent, and others who were too talented or too good looking to even need a name.

All up, no Funk/ fusion in the style of Weather Report or swinging hard bop in the style of Art Blakey and the Jazz messengers at 200 BPM was played at all. It was just unacceptable so I am going bushwalking. But I will turn up in two weeks in the futile hope that something different might happen. Once word gets out that the jam is back on the attendance will increase, the talent pool will become shin deep and not ankle deep, and the music will continue, like it or not!

Taariq

The Ludicrous Arms Jam Session: ptwang, ptwang

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?

From Taariq

Hi
I am back. I  must  say  avoid  Vueling airlines and  Viet Nam
airlines.  Neither could run a  bath.
Has  anybody  heard  Linda  Ronstadt  sing  all the old Ella
Fitzgerald  style  standards  that the  jazz  jammers  mangle weekly?
She made  3  LP.s of the stuff. It  isn’t  bad  at  all.
     Taariq

ed: I think they came out in 1865! and certainly Nelson Riddle died in 1985, but yes it is still pretty good stuff Taariq!

From Taariq

Hi
I am back in Granada,Spain & it is hot down here(35 C.). I am  back after climbing the highest mountain in Europe outside of the European Alps and the Caucasus. Mulhathen (moolhussan )peak is just short of 3500 M & it is the highest peak in mainland Spain.It is in the Sierra Nevada range. . It was very steep,rocky ,slippery , very tough b.c . of the high altitude\oxygen shortage and it was very cold. We had to leg it back down the mountain pronto b.c a storm rolled in . It began to hail & rain , it snowed on the high ridges and there was thunder and lightning which is scary when you are above the treeline because there is more of a risk of being struck by lightning up there. . I am glad I  took  all my  trekking attire.I was  equipped for all weather. That was  yesterday . On Tues.  we  climbed  Picos El Pulpito(The  Pulpit peak  2890 M.)  as a  warm up  and a  chance to acclimatize.On Tues. night  we slept  at the  hike in only   refuge hut at  2500 M.  which  was like a  communal user pays   hostal cum chalet with all   mod. con.s ,situated   on the  lower  slopes  of the  Mulhacen  peak,  way above the  treeline .
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=mulhacen+peak&qpvt=mulhacen+peak&qpvt=mulhacen+peak&FORM=IGRE
I feel  good  having  done such a  big  trek & climb  ( 17  km on Tues. and  17  kms  yesterday  plus the  ascents and  descents) The  group and esp.  the  guide,( a very  fit  Spanish  woman  who knows the  mountains well ),  were  generally   good   people to  walk \ climb   with.
I  am  flying  to  London  tomorrow and  then taking the  train to
Stratford upon  avon.
Taariq

From Taariq

Hi  and Hola  jazz jammers.
I   am  in  Spain  in  Seville. The  budget  Spanish  airlines  run by  Manuel  from  Fawlty  Towers  lost  my baggage   . I  arrived on Friday  night  on   12th . June .2015    from  Gatwick  London airport  via  Barthelona  ,    in Seville. My  luggage did not appear
on the   belt  on  arrival . I had to  hassle these  baboons   daily  until  I  got   my  bags  back  on  Sunday  night  June 14th.
Avoid  VEULING  AIRLINES. Their CEO  is  quite  possibly  a  senile ex
bullfighter  called  Juan. The  hotel  I am staying at   must  have   been   designed  by  Gen. Franco. I have  named it  Hostal  Barstardo. The room they  have given  me  has no  daylight  and no circulating  air. Gen. Franco would  have  put    communist  rebels  from the after   civil  war in  such  cells.Here   I  get to  pay  for  it  too.
   Seville Is  a  lovely  place with a  huge  catherdral  and  a Moorish  palace and  royal  garden   but  there  is  not  one  Punjabi  grocery  or  restaurant   in  town. In fact one cannot  obtain   any  Asiatic  food  of  any  kind,  bar  west  Asia  in the form  of
Lebanese food  which  I  don´t  mind.Spanish  food  is  bland  and the  vegetarian   options on  the  menus  are  as  small  as  can be.
Spanish  women   are  lovely looking   and  have no  shortage  of perceivable  assets. So  far  only  looking  has  occurred.
I   am going to  Cordoba  tomorrow. I  will  be back at the  Jazz  jam in July .
Taariq

Apparently . . .

Apparently there was a Jam Session at the Gold Street Gossip Shop. It quite got in the way of POCKOTL’s social catch up, what with various peeps masquerading as musos and making noise whilst claiming it to be music . . .

Had the somewhat reclusive Hortense been there, and she may well have been, in a backgroundy sort of fade-to-black kind of way, lips of string could have been the order of the day. People enjoying themselves in the middle of the afternoon… whatever next? But… apparently the magnificently coiffed POCKOTL was taking notes in between furtive slurps of Cyprus Sherry or whatever.

“mmm, was only there a coupla hours, but there was Chrissy doing Fever and a couple more, and Bruce on drums, Annie S letting it rip, Bobbie, Peter on sax, who filled in as third lieutenant in getting players and singers up…

Taariq, the French guy on double bass who also sat in on drums..quite well I thought…the irrepressible Debbie..

the other Peter the Piano player…another double bass player….

and me and the lovely Grace sharing a drink or two just past the bar.

Sending you a clip of Chrissy singing so you may pick out some more rabble in the crowd…….

…sorry, I should have paid more attention to the music instead of yarning………..”

Apart from the reference to Debbie, who can be quite pressible when the mood takes her, that would seem to be an accurate description of the afternoon’s shenanigans. There is a reference to a Youtube clip, which has been despatched to the Jammers Facebook site, POCKOTL clearly lacking any desire to protect the guilty.
TW