Jazz?
Love it man! I really dig the jive. Now that I’ve woken up after my big sleep,
boy that Brown Ale sure has a kick, I can’t wait to have a shave and get down
to the New Orleans Club and hear Ronnie McLean and the Panama Jazzmen. That guy
sure plays a mean trombone.
You’re
telling me Ronnie’s gone – Gone where? Touring again with Disley and Hastings?
Up there? Man, it just shows you that only the good die young although I guess
they made an exception in Ronnie’s case. And now you’re telling me the club’s
been turned into an Indian Restaurant. Is nothing sacred?
Well, I haven’t got eyes for a Vindaloo so I’ll head across town to The Downbeat for the all-nighter. My old buddy Crombie will be on the door, he’ll let me in. That Emcee Five plays my kind of bebop – Hey-ba-ba-re-bop!
The
Downbeat’s no more? Crombie’s dead and so are the brothers Carr?
Newcastle’s
finished! I’m gonna jump on the good old steam train and take me, my LPs and my Slim
Jim ties down to London. Ronnie Scott’s opened a place on Gerrard St. Zoot Sims
played there maybe Ronnie will book him again.
You’re
kidding me? Ronnie’s dead? Zoot’s dead? And the club’s now in Frith St and it’s
all posh?
England’s
finished, I’m off to New York. 52nd St. here I come. Cut it
with the cats at Bop City – they named me after that club, or was it the other
way round? I’ll soon be hi-fiving it with Diz and Monk just you wait and see.
Bop City
and all the clubs on The Street are gone? And if I go around hi-fiving I’ll end
up in jail or joining Diz and Monk up there?
Maybe Paris then, Brexit? Don't know him but if he's good I wanna hear him - oh, I see, but I can still go to Paris can't I? Just gotta fill in the forms, get the jabs and wait and see.
You know what? I’m gonna go back to the Land of Nod. Best take a bottle of the old brown dog with me to help me on my way – I’m gonna need it. See you again or maybe not. Now where did I put that bottle opener ...?
Bop Van Winkle.
(Interview by Lance)
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