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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, December 01, 2011

Maine Street Jazzmen @ Rosie Malone's.

Olive Rudd (vcl); Herbie Hudson (tmb); Jim McBriarty (alt/clt); George Richardson (pno); Alan Rudd (bs); Mike Humble (dms).
Close your eyes and you're at Eddie Condon's club in New York back in the 1940's. Maybe it's Lou McGarity on trombone and could that be Peanuts Hucko on liquorice? Definitely Joe Bushkin on piano with Pops Foster and George Wettling on bass and drums. Hey and dig Maxine Sullivan doing the vocal on Can't Help Lovin' That Man of Mine. Only person missing is Wild Bill - guess he's across the street at Jimmy Ryan's.
"Two pintsa Stella, marra" and I'm brought back to 2011 and South Shields. Still the music and the dream lives on with another fine session at Rosie's.
Too many great numbers to list but Honeysuckle Rose stood out and Doctor Jazz could surely cure anyone's blues particularly when served up by Staff Nurse Rudd.
A superb afternoon only marred by my decision to take the number 88 bus as opposed to my normal 27. This route visited every council estate known to man, we admired (not) their garish Christmas lights and illuminated Santas whilst hoping the reindeer didn't distract the driver.
Thinking I was saving ten minutes the journey added an extra half hour - I didn't get my kicks on Route 88.
Lance.

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