Both bands were excellent. Both audiences were prominent by their absence, only just reaching double figures on each occasion. Where were the 'fans' who pack out the fortnightly jams? Where are the students who attend the various instrumental courses peppered around the city? The hordes who attend the various festivals? Of course, they're at the Town Moor! All the fun of the fair - The Hoppings instead of the Boppings at the Pink Lane Jazzerie!
However, 'nuff said, let's get back to tonight! Four excellent jazzers fronted by Gould who blows tenor to the north of Zoot Sims and to the south of Coltrane - his God, he told us, George Coleman.