On Monday I eventually found my way to the Blues Puppies launch in Wandsworth. I say eventually but it was via the Inn on The Green, for a quick visit and then Finch’s for another quick visit. Unfortunately a couple of miscreants came in and what was going to be a quick drink, turned into an afternoon and evening session. I did manage to get home, pick up a couple of harps and wend my way to Trinity Road by way of Clapham Junction. Continue reading
On Wednesday evening I went to the Inn on the Green and, by chance, met a couple of friends from the Caernarvon Castle residency days. It was a bit of a leaving party for a friend returning to New Zealand after twenty one years. This coincided with the weekly blues jam which drew even more musicians this time. I sat in for a couple, in between drinks. I helped accompany a young singer named Terri Shaltiel, whom I had met the evening before. I introduced her as coming from North of Watford, but she seemed keen to be more specific and assure everyone that she was from Leeds. She sang well and a trumpeter did his bit too. I don’t remember getting home. Continue reading
I made it to the blues jam at the Inn on the Green last Wednesday. I enjoyed it more than I had expected to. The house band got things moving with plenty of Elmore and Robert Johnson stuff. Friends of Tony, the gutarist organiser, had come from as far away as Eastbourne to support the first night so there was plenty of variety. I sat in on a couple of songs along with a violin player and as far as I know, no-one left the building. I shall be there again this Wednesday too. Continue reading
The gig at the Oval Tavern started late despite the best laid plans, Bernie the guitarist, for once in his life actually wanted to get to the gig early, to “chill” as he put it. Mr. Cool indeed! We duly left at half five, hardly time to digest breakfast, but you have to humour people some of the time. The journey was laced as usual with lots of swearing at inconsiderate motorists, i.e. everyone else on the road. Nothing new here then and nothing to delay us you would think. However there’s always one, isn’t there? Or maybe two or three… Continue reading
The carnival is over once more and ended in the time-honoured fashion of bottle throwers and police in riot gear, but if this was supposed to be nostalgia for the old days, it wasn’t, mainly because the kids throwing bottles were too young to have been at the original debacle way back when. The police then only had hastily aquired neighbourhood dustbin lids so this was probably just a practice session for them. However, it did mean that the Inn On the Green closed earlier than intended, not that I wasn’t ready to go home by then. Actually I didn’t go home… Continue reading
The outdoor gig at the co-op in North Kensington with Gordon Smith managed to avoid rain though not wine… or beer or cider come to that. Various states of hippydom graced the evening, but thankfully no outdoor free love or nudity caught my attention. Actually it was a cross-section of modern co-op living, with age, or youth, no barrier to belonging. I suppose I shouldn’t emphasise the word modern in that last sentence. This paragraph seems to be meandering, rather than progressing…maybe the hippydom is catching. I always considered myself pre-hippy or beat, to be honest. Such self-delusion leads us into strange paths, but I did get home eventually, at five thirty in the morning. Continue reading
What a great way to end the month of July…my car needed a new tax disc and also needed an MOT certificate. It got neither. It failed the MOT test in a big way. The cost of repairs would have been over £800 but as the car is no longer worth that much I decided to have it put down. This was much easier than I expected…no big emotional drama like it was when I had my dog put down, just a sense of inevitability, really. At least I didn’t have to pay for a new tax disc. Continue reading
It’s been a bit quiet on the gig front this month, or to put it another way, we’ve only had one gig. Unfortunately I’ve had to compensate by getting out more. Some people seem to have got the idea that what I mean by getting out is getting drunk. It doesn’t necessarily follow. In fact I never ever set out to get drunk, though it sometimes does happen as a consequence of my getting out more often.
Seems like I’ve had nothing to write about the last month or so. Actually I had decided to be polite for a while, but I realise now that that was a temporary aberration. It must have been a mineral deficiency, or would it be a mental deficiency? You decide for yourselves. So, back to the empty page!
The gig at the King’s Head Theatre pub on Monday the 2nd of June was fortunately free of over-enthusiastic dancers. This did not induce me to dance myself. I’m sure everyone there would have been relieved had they even thought that I might have contemplated it. Actually someone did ask me if I danced at all. I think he has been conditioned to believe that live music has to have musicians who dance. He’s been watching too much television.