Remembering Keith @ the Prohibition Bar - March 31.

(Review by Lance)

I'd just watched Sunderland lose the Chekatrade Cup final to Portsmouth so that entering the Pro Bar and hearing Gypsy Dave Smith, accompanied by Ray Burns,  singing the blues captured my mood. I'd despaired at the cheers from Newcastle's 'anti-Sunderland' fans when Pompey emerged victorious after a penalty shoot-out. Nice one guys support a team that's 400 miles away as opposed to one that's about 12 miles and a few stops on the Metro! But that's the tribalism of the so-called beautiful game on Mother's Day*.

I remembered Crombie's views on football fans - they didn't get into the old Jazz Caff if they were wearing 'shirts' - 'A bunch of wankers!' his favourite remark. 

And, of course, we jazzers have also been guilty of tribalism if you think back to the days when traddies and boppers decreed that ne'er the like should meet.

That particular conflict has long been resolved - witness Lindsay Hannon singing Basin Street Blues. Lady Day Hannon treated it gentle. Caressing the old Spencer Williams tune as if it were the most sentimental ballad of love and yet, without losing the old New Orleans' feel, it was a pin drop moment. 

So, why were we all gathered together like this? To enjoy the music of course but, also to remember the late Keith Crombie.

Crombie is (I hate to say 'was') perhaps the most enigmatic non-playing jazz figure in the northeast and it was fitting that he should be remembered with a plaque on the wall, unveiled by his sister Janet, in the place where he made it all happen.

It was also an evening that reunited old friends and introduced new friends - hi Helena, I know we're friends on F/b but it's not the same as being friends in person whilst listening to some great music.

Then there was Kevah and his camera and his always friendly greeting. Jazz friends seem to have inseparable bonds (well most) and Kev's photos are excellent (click here).

Because it was as much a social occasion as a gig, the music wasn't always picked up by the crowd but, some of the ones that I tuned in to were, Lindsay singing Some Other Time; John Rowland blowing that rarely heard Rodgers and Hart ballad, You Are Too Beautiful and Val Clemens singing All of Me. We also had the surprise of the night when proprietor Mitch sat in on drums - following Ian Forbes no less! Turned out Mitch was just keeping the drum stool warm for 'Lady' Caroline Mary who was out slumming but proved that she too could play.

By now the 8:00pm advertised finish had long gone and, with it, so had I. I probably missed more great music - how could I not with Mark Williams and Paul Grainger aboard? But, I left, football forgotten but memories of the past and the present very much alive.

Lance.
PHOTOS.
*Mother's à la Miles.