Mo Scott (vcl), Rod Sinclair (gtr), Neil Harland (bs).
I boarded a Westbound Metro, took a number 604 bus, burnt some leather and there
I was at Blaydon CIU Club a.k.a. Blaydon Jazz Club.
The building gives off an aura of dereliction possibly not unlike an urban blues shack on the edge of Detroit.
This is a good omen as tonight is going to be a blues night simply because of Mo Scott. Mo could sing a Wagnerian aria and it would come out as blues.
The trio excelled on bluesified Gasbook classics such as How High The Moon, World on a String, Moonglow, But Beautiful, Is You Is or Is You Ain't My Baby, God Bless The Child, Imagination, Georgia on my Mind, Come Rain or Come Shine, an actual blues - Blow Wind Blow - and several others.
The lady was in good voice although her blues mama image was slightly spoiled by her drinking bottled spring water. If a blues mama must drink water then it should be muddy water, consumed after sleeping in a hollow log.
Rod too was firing on six. Like Mo, his phrases are so blues drenched they are almost purple and nobody does it better.
Neil, as always, the pivotal figure around whom it all evolves.
Regret not staying until the end but the 10:43 to Eldon Square beckoned and even though it doesn't sound quite as charismatic as the Ten Ten From Ten Ten Tennessee, the 3:10 to Yuma or the 4:55 to Paddington it got me from A to B from whence I boarded an Eastbound Metro...
Lance.
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