(Review by Russell)
Metro delays, fast-flowing rivers of water where
footpaths and roads were once under foot, the end of the world is just round
the corner. Quick! Let’s take refuge in here. A pint of the Firebrick Brewery’s
Tyne 9, a prime seat and a look
around to see who was in the house. The Brandling’s finest bluesmen
were tuning-up, drinking-up (the first of many) and punters were out in force
considering it was the end of the world and all that.
The Lounge Lizards got right to it. Hoochie Coochie Man, a false-starting Kansas City, guitar riffs and wailing
harps, the end of the world would have to wait. Young Alex sat patiently,
eventually getting the call. Three killer numbers – Red House, All Along the
Watchtower then Hey Joe confirmed
he could play. The legend that is Mr Brian Lynam sat with a pint, chatting with
fellow musos. His turn would come and what a turn! Band line-ups were
frequently changing and Lynam got up to sing St James’ Infirmary to the guitar accompaniment of Robin
Douthwaite. Lynam sang some Nat Cole saying Forgive
me, Nat!
Robert Johnson, T-Bone, Bo Diddley chug-a-chug-a-chug
riffs, Little Walter. Harmonica demons were out in force, this being the South
Side (of Gosforth). One such demon – the man known as Tommy – sat-in on drums,
then bass, then blew the meanest harp! Talent? In spades! If this was to be the
end of the world, then what a way to go! Just time to catch the last boat to
Newcastle Central.
Russell.
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