It's raining - to be polite about it - and the Chilli Road Band have an open-air gig providing the "inspiration" for the runners to complete the Great North 10K Run.
Admittedly we are in a what is described as a marque although small tent would be a better description. I should explain that the CRB, today, consisted of steel drums, pans, congas, kit, 5 trumpets, trombone, 3 saxes and flute. It was all very intimate - and wet and muddy!
Nevertheless, Canteloupe Island, The Chicken, Blue Bossa, Ska Blues and other numbers certainly got the runners increasing their pace!
It was a non stop blow and I felt knackered after "swimming" home.
I decided today there would be no Jazz Café, Central Bar or Bridge Hotel. Apologies all round.
Instead I read Let Me Die by Megan Abbott and watched Mark Cavendish win yet another stage of Le Tour.
If you haven't read Megan Abbott and like Raymond Chandler this babe is Chandler's literary heir.
I'm now chilling out with Peggy Lee's Dream Street. I've got Dream Street on CD but I'm playing the vinyl - scratches and all - sounds better that way!
A can of Old Speckled Hen also helps the ambiance and I raise a glass to Eric ...
Come to think of it we should all be raising a glass to Eric or at least paying tribute with a comment or two...
Lance.
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Well Lance you do remarkably well in all your endeavours. I have heard some good sounds today, Radio York on a Sunday eve has Neil Foster playing some wonderful stuff, and he invites live phone calls (which I take up) also listening to Mel Tormé earlier singing Midnight Sun, Bossa Nova style just sent me into raptures
Liz
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