There was a travel theme to much of tonight’s programme.
After You and the Night and the Music, Ruth’s opener, we were on The Road to Rio with But Beautiful (I Googled to check that it WAS Rio !). We swung along in Devil May Care fashion before bossa nova-ing to the wistful and evocative Dindi on Copacabana Beach
I Googled Dindi too, and learnt the sad side of the song: Jobim wrote it for singer, Sylvia Telles, (nickname Dindi) who was killed in a road accident in Rio , shortly after recording it in 1966.
Love replaced travel with I Should Care, Falling in Love with Love, Monk’s moody ‘Round Midnight and a stonking Love Me Like a Man.
As for the blues which closed the set - is Darlington on the delta? There was chopping piano and real rasping sax from Graeme whose solos were great all night. Exit, to much applause.
Our journey resumed under Blue Skies – in Brooklyn , presumably, as Mick announced the composer as “Oyving Boylin”! He then paid homage with a fabulous bass solo.After Beautiful Love we took a Caravan – driven energetically by Tim Johnston’s drums which had featured prominently earlier, on I Get Along Without You Very Well. Excellent stuff!
More travel – all those come-what-may places – followed, on Lush Life, where Paul was in the limelight while the other guys got a breather. Ruth, who I haven’t really mentioned yet, was in fine form (apart from being, by her own admission, a bit huskier than normal because of a cold. “Makes it even jazzier,” she said, and she was right!)
Next was You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To (was this a hint from the band?) featuring more sirens! “Here’s your backing-group, again”, said the man. “More!!!” said the assembled company, and were rewarded with an encore, (S’wonderful) which took us to paradise (awful nice!) and back to reality again.
After the night and the music it was the A167 forChester-le-Street (via Kimblesworth)! Oh, well…..
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More travel – all those come-what-may places – followed, on Lush Life, where Paul was in the limelight while the other guys got a breather. Ruth, who I haven’t really mentioned yet, was in fine form (apart from being, by her own admission, a bit huskier than normal because of a cold. “Makes it even jazzier,” she said, and she was right!)
Next was You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To (was this a hint from the band?) featuring more sirens! “Here’s your backing-group, again”, said the man. “More!!!” said the assembled company, and were rewarded with an encore, (S’wonderful) which took us to paradise (awful nice!) and back to reality again.
After the night and the music it was the A167 for
Photos.
Jerry.
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