The room was crowded, lots of unfamiliar faces, all enjoying the mix of jazz, funk, blues, soul and seventeenth century poetry. Yes, a protest poem from the seventeenth century that is no less meaningful today. Take the opening lines: The law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common but leaves the greater felon loose who steals the common from the goose.
Gerry took those words, presumably now out of copyright, composed a melody added some harmony to provide something new to his familiar programme. The title, also came from one of the lines of the poem - Same Old Story.
The band were in overdrive throughout. Close your eyes and you were in Detroit, Philly, downtown Baltimore or the east side of Chicago as opposed to the west side of Newcastle.
Brother Richardson is as good as any UK organist and better than most. He gets sounds from the Crumar Mojo keyboard that Mr Hammond and his B3 would be proud of.
Linsley, Sinclair and Smith can hold their head high in any company and, as a unit, they gel.
The two sets overran the normal Sunday night gig duration by many minutes which meant leaving before the end. No reflection on the music but I had to catch the number 27 Greyhound bus to Kansas City. Lance
Everybody's Crying Mercy; Mercy, Mercy me; Money's Getting Cheaper; African Sunset; Same Old Story; All About McGriff; Lady Day and John Coltrane; Alligator Boogaloo; Sunny; Mercy, Mercy, Mercy; Soul Shadows; Memphis Underground; May You Never Lay Your Head Down; I Put a Spell on You; Back in the Chicken Shack; The Stumble.
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