Colin Aitchison (trumpet & vocals); Franco Valussi (clarinet & vocals); Steve Andrews (clarinet, tenor saxophone & baritone saxophone); Roly Veitch (guitar) & Alan Rudd (double bass) + Olive Rudd (vocals) & Neville Sarony (vocals)
(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.
’S Wonderful was, it always is. Time for our first guest of the afternoon. Olive Rudd stepped up to sing Some of These Days, excellent stuff, we’d hear more from the Maine Street Jazzmen’s singer later. Fun time…Jeepers Creepers heard Colin and Franco sharing a mic…’where’d ya get those peepers?’ as Steve Andrews switched to clarinet to show he’s a match for Signor Valussi. Neville Sarony, of the Hong Kong touring party, joined the boys on the stand to ask: Do You Know What it Means to Miss New
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!
And so to the principal guest of the afternoon’s concert. Colin Aitchison, ever the jovial front man, on this gig he played, almost exclusively, muted trumpet. The exuberance, the joie de vivre, fine and dandy, but don’t be fooled, Aitchison is a class trumpet player. Squeezing notes, half notes, a plunger mute, the ex-pat Tynesider plays the kind of trumpet all too rarely heard these days. The vocals are always spot-on – less Louis on this session, more Aitchison – no more so than on It Don’t Mean a Thing with a two-clarinet support for good measure. A marvellous afternoon of jazz concluded with classic small combo swing – Swingin’ the Blues. Our Man in
Russell.
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