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Ludovic Beier (Django Festival Allstars): ''Manouche means 'free man,' and gypsies have been travelers since they migrated west from India to Europe.'' (DownBeat March, 2026)

The Things They Say!

This is a good opportunity to say thanks to BSH for their support of the jazz scene in the North East (and beyond) - it's no exaggeration to say that if it wasn't for them many, many fine musicians, bands and projects across a huge cross section of jazz wouldn't be getting reviewed at all, because we're in the "desolate"(!) North. (M & SSBB on F/book 23/12/24)

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18383 (and counting) posts since we started blogging 18 years ago. 247 of them this year alone and, so far this month (Mar. 17 ), 57

Reviewers wanted

Whilst BSH attempts to cover as many gigs, festivals and albums as possible, to make the site even more comprehensive we need more 'boots on the ground' to cover the albums seeking review - a large percentage of which never get heard - report on gigs or just to air your views on anything jazz related. Interested? then please get in touch. Contact details are on the blog. Look forward to hearing from you. Lance

Thursday, January 20, 2011

A Tale of Two Ditties - The Maine Street Jazzmen @ Rosie Malone's

Olive Rudd (vcl), Ray Harley (tpt), Herbie Hudson (tpt/vcl/hca), Jim McBriarty (clt/vcl), Malcolm Armstrong (pno), Alan Rudd (bs), Mike Humble (dms).
It was the best of times - it was the worst of times...
The best of times was Olive, in Maxine Sullivan mode, singing Every Time (every doggone time) and Hard Hearted Hannah. Jim did a great vocal on... omg! help me out someone I've forgotten the title! It was about someone wanting a girl... (Alan Rudd has obliged - Gonna Get a Girl - Hoagy Carmichael 1927)
The band were in stompsville on Alexander's Ragtime Band and Herbie went walkies on a religioso number - Over In The Glory Land. The T man also blew gut bucket slide and bended the Hohner 270 almost 180 degrees soundwise on another number. This is one good band.
Ray Harley has the big fat Harry James sound that leads the ensemble to the promised land.
Django Armstrong - I call him Django because today he had two fingers strapped together - kicked things along whilst Alan and Mike made sure the wheels didn't come off - they never do.
It was doubly good to meet up with Jill and Bill - jazz fans both and blog visitors. Also alto man Gordon and good buddies Bill and Chas.
So where, I hear you ask, are the worst of times?
The beer prices have gone up!
But yes, please someone, tell me the name of the tune Jim sang - it was great! (Gonna Get A Girl).
Lance.

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