Pete Gilligan (piano); Paul Grainger (bass); Russ Morgan (drums).
(Review by Lance/photos by Russell)
There's a scene in the movie adaptation of Hemingway's Snows of Kilimanjaro where Benny Carter plays Blue Mountain in a dimly-lit bar*. Set in the 1930s I'm always reminded of that scene when I enter the Prohibition Bar, particularly on a jazz evening. Last night was no exception and although Benny Carter was missing, along with Ava Gardner and Gregory Peck, the presence of the Pete Gilligan Trio retained the Hemingway-like ambiance.
Since his departure to foreign climes (see the previous post) pianist Gilligan's playing seems to have reached an even higher level going by his recent performances here and at other venues around town. It must be the Thai cuisine or the fact that the country once had a king who played the saxophone. Whatever, he played his ass off, to coin a phrase.
Grainger too seems to raise his already impressive game when Pete's on piano whilst Russ Morgan and fellow kitmen Matt MacKellar and Eric Stutt also never fail to deliver.
From the opening Whisper Not to the closing (for me that is) Witchcraft the evening flew past in a cascade of notes. Swinging and sensitive. The known and the not so well known. The good, but never the bad or the ugly.
Oliver Nelson's The Meeting; Weaver of Dreams (had there been a request from Glasgow?); Our Spanish Love Song (Charlie Haden); On the Sunny Side of the Street; Alec Wilder's Moon and Sand; Bouncing With Bud; Tenderly; Take the A Train; Opus de Funk and Old Folks were the other tunes I heard. Even without Benny Carter, Ava Gardner and Gregory Peck. Ernest Hemingway's presence was still felt.
(Meanwhile, earlier)
Left Hand Lewis (piano/vocal) @ The Wardley Hotel, Bill Quay.
Hemingway's presence hadn't reached the Wardley Hotel some 3 or 4 miles down river where Left Hand Lewis was rockin' and rollin' in the best tradition of his namesake Jerry Lee. The bank holiday drinkers were up for it as LHL pounded the keyboard into near submission and gave his vocal chords a workout as the patrons boogied and woogied.
I liked the words on one of the reveller's tee-shirt: "I may be old but I've seen all the good bands". A sentiment I'd go along with although we'd probably be at odds as to who the good bands were!
Nevertheless, an entertaining start to the evening.
Lance
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