Gareth Williams (piano/vocal); Dave Green (bass).
On entering the room I heard the buzz of anticipation, like
being in a beehive. It was an hour before performance start, and
not an empty seat to be found. I had to position my back to the
wall......by the time the strains of My
Foolish Heart flowed around the room. I would have happily stood on
my head without a murmur.
Even standing, I’m short, not possible to see the musicians, I was surprised to hear a voice singing You To Me Are Everything one word says it all mellifluous. A masterly stroke by Gareth, to set the scene with lyrics, instrumental in between, concluding with words. This strategy was repeated later in the only piece by Johnny Mandell In Love In Vain.
Following the interval I was fortunate enough to be given a seat by Romy an attentive member of staff - little things do mean a lot. I was then able to look around the audience, most were on the edge of their seats - enthralled.
Some day My Prince Will Come, Lucky to Be Me, Gloria’s Step, Young And Foolish, Very Early/What Is This Thing Called Love all beautifully crafted, without exception
I took the slow bus route home, oblivious of my fellow travellers, with the words percolating round my head "When a bee lies sleeping in the palm of your hand you’re bewitched..........I most definitely was.
Even standing, I’m short, not possible to see the musicians, I was surprised to hear a voice singing You To Me Are Everything one word says it all mellifluous. A masterly stroke by Gareth, to set the scene with lyrics, instrumental in between, concluding with words. This strategy was repeated later in the only piece by Johnny Mandell In Love In Vain.
Following the interval I was fortunate enough to be given a seat by Romy an attentive member of staff - little things do mean a lot. I was then able to look around the audience, most were on the edge of their seats - enthralled.
Some day My Prince Will Come, Lucky to Be Me, Gloria’s Step, Young And Foolish, Very Early/What Is This Thing Called Love all beautifully crafted, without exception
I took the slow bus route home, oblivious of my fellow travellers, with the words percolating round my head "When a bee lies sleeping in the palm of your hand you’re bewitched..........I most definitely was.
Flore