Money Honey

We had a good turnout for our gig at the Windsor Castle last month and are looking forward to the next one. Tony Bell depped on bass; thanks again Tony. Carmen Carr came along and strutted her stuff, going down well. Even my daughter Elinore, who popped in for five minutes, stayed for the whole evening, and didn’t blame me next morning. Continue reading

Changing gig dates

Last week’s gig at the Oval took an age to get to and an age to get from, but was enjoyable nonetheless.  There were visitors from Germany and Lithuania as well as locals. Chris Youlden was soon busy signing Savoy Brown records, showing the interest is still there. The gig was well received once again so thanks again to Graeme the manager. An added thanks too for the gift of a takeaway bottle of wine. If only all gigs were as friendly. Continue reading

Chris Youlden and touring

It seems a long time since I wrote anything here, but the reality is that I wrote a long diary entry a week or so ago and promptly deleted it. I must have pressed something I shouldn’t have. As I’m often pressing people’s buttons and winding them up, this was obviously some kind of just retribution. Ah well. Of course by the time I’d finished writing the lengthy tome, it was almost closing time in the pub, which seemed justification for not rewriting the thing. Continue reading

Christmas Time is here again…

Christmas is fast approaching , but life goes on anyway. More importantly, the shortest day has passed and we can pretend that the days will get noticeably longer and even kid ourselves that Spring is around the corner. Of course it’ll be a Spring full of Doom and Gloom, but as it’s a way off at present let’s not go there. Anyway, why go there when it’s already here – the doom and gloom, I mean. I’m already fed up with the media’s continuous spewing out of the most miserable predictions. Get a life. Continue reading

Walking By Myself

After watching the England/Germany football match last Wednesday, which included a couple of typical blunders although it resulted in an England win, I wandered into the blues Jam at the Inn in time to hear the house band augmented by Sax and Trumpet, which made for a change. Later I sat in myself, accompanied by piano man Ritchie with Brian on bass. We played three or four numbers to close the jam and finished in time to enjoy last orders which our friend Soul man Abe had obligingly ordered. If only life was always that easy. Continue reading

Rambling On My Mind

After staying up to watch the results of the American presidential election I managed to sleep late on Wednesday morning. I got up in time to watch the Daily Politics on the BBC, which included various opinions on the task ahead for Obama. It seems to me that people are already expecting miracles from the man, but as there is such a long transition time between the handover from one president to the next, perhaps reality will have time to mute the euphoria. His success certainly has changed history and there was a feeling that people were suddenly aware that they were part of that history making. Usually history passes without me personally being awake to the fact, so I suppose I must be getting wiser in my old age. (I still can’t remember what I was doing when John Kennedy was shot, but I‘m sure that it wasn‘t me). Continue reading