Let the good times roll

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

Let's have a party

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

Up and Down

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

Must be getting old

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

Doorstepping

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

Video and us

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.

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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