Gerry Richardson (Hammond SK - 1/vcl); Adam Sinclair (dms).
(Review by Lance/photos courtesy of Mike Tilley).
There was a buzz around the room - perhaps the open door had drawn a few passing punters in from the Party City that Newcastle becomes on weekends.
It was party time here too as the dynamic duo opened up with Ode to Billy Joe and, trust me, if he'd heard this version, Billy Joe McCallister wouldn't have jumped off no Tallahatchie Bridge - unless, of course, he was a wannabee jazz organist!
And so the night rolled on, Mercy Mercy Mercy; Just Squeeze Me; I Think I'll Lay Waste to Myself Tonight; Down at the Chicken Shack and, finally, Gil Scott-Heron's Lady Day and John Coltrane. Maybe there'll be a sequel - Gerry Richardson and Adam Sinclair. The latter was an integral part of the duo driving things along; sympathetic, inventive, forceful, laid back whatever was demanded was delivered.
In the confines of The Caff the SK1 bore comparision with big brother B3 and where was the Leslie Speaker hidden!?
PS: Earlier we spoke of Le Tour, Gerry being a keen cyclist. Tonight, his pedal power would, if it had been transferred to his bike, have seen him dropping both Chris Froome and Quintana on L'Alpe d' Huez!