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Lou Donaldson: "(On Art Blakey) Everything changed. Especially when the women came in, sat down in the front row, and raised their skirts above their knees. Then the drums got louder, the tempos got faster, and every tune was a drum solo" - (JazzTimes, November 2019.)

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Today Saturday December 14

Afternoon

Jazz

Anth Purdy - Isabella Community Centre, Ogle Drive, Blyth NE24 5JF. Tel: 01670 543773. 11:00am-1:00pm. Free. Christmas Fair.

Jazz Attack - Sage Gateshead, St Mary's Square, Gateshead Quays, Gateshead NE8 2JR. Tel: 0191 443 4661. 3:30pm. Free (concourse). Young Musicians Live! YMP Winter Festival.

Jambone - Sage Gateshead, St Mary's Square, Gateshead Quays, Gateshead NE8 2JR. Tel: 0191 443 4661. 4:00pm. Free but ticketed (Sage Two). Young Musicians Live! YMP Winter Festival.

Evening

Strictly Smokin’ Big Band - Gosforth Civic Theatre, Regents Farm Road, Gosforth, Newcastle NE3 3HD. Tel: 0191 284 3700. 8:00pm. £12.00. + bf. Second night of two.

Sold Out!

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Blues/Funk/Soul

Loft Boys - Billy Bootleggers, Nelson St, Newcastle NE1 5AN. 9:00pm. Free.

To the best of our knowledge, details of the above events are correct but may be subject to alteration.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Chet - From A Window by Keith Armstrong.

CHET - FROM A WINDOW (in memory of Chet Baker 1929 -1988) The constant onslaught of Amsterdam surged through Zeedijk on that hot night when a full moon dragged you flying to your death. In your room, in the Prins Hendrik Hotel, your clothes lay neatly folded in your suitcase, with your body a foetus on the street below. Great white hope fallen offstage, a love for heroin never shaken. Sorrow was your stuff, a plaintive, lyrical anguish, an excess of gloom and charm. This undernourished and parched body, a singing corpse, searching for an uncollapsed vein, an expert driver hating the road and the bleak hotel of his doom. Such a foolish love. Oklahoma farmboy on a golden trumpet, his teeth knocked out in San Francisco, become chained to an album a day for a thousand dollars in cash. And the Italian you learned in a Lucca jail, your spirit surviving its deportation, a lonely and melancholy master drifter whose pianissimo touched the soul. Friday 13th May 1988, Chet’s heart stopped and his horn lost its tongue. KEITH ARMSTRONG 11 January 2009 17:34

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