The gig at the Inn, on the third Sunday in July, was cancelled at the last moment because of a break-in overnight. The police were there all day, so the club remained closed. I tried to warn the band to save them a journey, but wasn’t too successful. I managed to get hold of the drummer before he left home, just after he’d finished loading his car, of course. The bassist was just about to load his car, so I had some success, but unfortunately I couldn’t get in touch with the guitarist until he was almost at the venue. He turned around and went back home but I had to wait for Chris Youlden at the venue because I couldn’t get hold of him, as he’d already left also. Continue reading
I did a trio gig last Sunday with Alan Vincent and Tony Bell on guitars. Having persuaded Al to bring along his PA, I arrived to find that there was in fact a house PA . The playing area could be described as small but beautifully formed, but as it wasn’t beautifully formed, just small, I won’t say it was. In fact we set up behind the piano and I managed to stand in the doorway. Luckily there was no fire so I couldn’t be accused of blocking the fire exit. Continue reading
The Windsor Castle has been sold off to developers depite manager Tony’s great effort to put it back on the music map. So that’s one gig I won’t be doing next month. One gig I won’t be doing this month is the Inn on the Green as there is a lot going on there or thereabouts this weekend. However we’re due back there next month. Continue reading
We had another fine gig at the Oval Tavern in East Croydon. Chris Youlden was in better voice than ever, according to Graeme, the bar manager. I agreed with him as I’ve always thought that Chris was the best blues singer to come out of Britain. I know from the continuing emails I get from Europe and the States that I’m not alone in that assessment. Continue reading
I went to the jam at Inn On The Green last Wednesday night, only to find that it wasn’t on, due to a double booking oversight. As my regular gig there is also off this month, I was wondering if there was a hidden message in all this. If there is, then there’s probably a hidden answer too, so I guess I’ll never know. Mind, I did have a little temper tantrum myself last time I was at the jam. Must have been something I drank. Continue reading
One of Muddy Waters’ sons, Mud Morganfield, gigged with Big Joe Louis and his Blues Kings up in Kilburn recently. I went along with Jon T-Bone Taylor and Gordon Smith and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. The guy really looked like Muddy though he didn’t play guitar. The band supported him brilliantly and I’m glad I went along. It took me back to the early sixties, even though the guys would have been in short pants then.