
(Review by Russell)
A Zez Confrey tune to open proceedings; Stumbling written in 1922 (with thanks to Steve Andrews’ encyclopedic knowledge of the composers and musicians of the era!). This Blaydon Jazz Club gig, at the Black Bull as usual, was something of a departure in being a first ever lunchtime promotion. The unavailability of the room on the preferred Sunday evening necessitated the change, and fears of a low turn out were soon allayed as regulars rolled up bolstered by a large contingent from Hong Kong .

Blaydon Jazz Club supremo Roly Veitch extended an invitation to some friends to come along and play some tunes. Now an annual occasion, Hong Kong-based Colin Aitchison and Franco Valussi duly accepted, making a visit to Blaydon a top priority during their visit. Closer to home, a short hop over the Pennines reunited Cumbria-based Steve Andrews with Veitch, and closer still, Alan Rudd, based here on Tyneside, no doubt had time for a leisurely late breakfast. From Confrey to the Duke – Just Squeeze Me. Just perfect; small group swing, a purring rhythm section, impressive front line solos. A first vocal for trumpeter Aitchison; The Lady is a Tramp with his typical good time delivery, the smiles across the audience evidence of a good time being had by all. A Franco Valussi feature – Memories of You – confirmed the class of the Italian clarinet maestro.

A choice of real ales, a decent pint of Guinness for some, a raffle generously supported by all, the interval flew by. With two master clarinetists in the house it was a fair bet that they’d have a bit of fun on a classic number and so it was Andrews and Valussi played Creole Love Call supported by . the ace string rhythm section of Messrs Veitch and Rudd. The other Rudd, vocalist Olive, made a return to the stage to give an energetic rendition of When You’re Smiling featuring Mr Rudd’s first rate bass playing. From Olive to Neville, with Andrews toting his baritone sax, Mr Sarony swore he could hear Buddy Bolden’s Blues drifting up the Tyne …yep, definitely! A sing-along Down by the River(Tyne )side engaged the audience, and a brief, unexpected interlude heard Steve Andrews in full flow reciting a poem in, as he said, a Sunderland-Gaelic accent including the line: Whoosh! Yer bugger. Aye, a class poetry reading here at the Black Bull’s literary salon!

Russell.
2 comments :
Patti D mentioned to me, and I quote, "Oh yes, Roly sang Dear Bix at the Black Bull lunchtime session with Colin and Franco. I kind of requested it - just Roly, with guitar and bass. What a gorgeous number it is."
What a gorgeous number indeed. So sorry that I missed that.
love that number!
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