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Once again the 'three bus' syndrome came into play. Three gigs, two in the same building, and each one as tasty as a Sunday dinner of sherry trifle, roast lamb and apple crumble served on the finest porcelain tableware.
As well as a foot-stomping session at the Globe, the Andrew McCormack Trio featuring Kyle Eastwood were in Sage Two at the Glasshouse whilst in Sage One it was the all-singing, all-dancing machine known as Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox.
I opted for the latter - me and maybe a thousand others some of whom had travelled a fair distance. The girl sitting next to me was from Billingham which is a good place to come from.
It was an audience who had came to party and party they did. For those who had been asleep for the past one hundred years it must have been like waking up in a brave new world as PMJ's concept of remodelling modern pop songs into the style of a bygone era hit them where it didn't hurt.
Five singers, a hoofer and a six-piece band worked their socks off in various permutations to the delight of all concerned.
I can't give a blow by blow account - how can you write in the dark when you're on your feet clapping your hands whilst dancing cheek to cheek?
To say PMJ's renditions of the unoriginal are original is putting it mildly. It's Not Unusual played on a washboard is unusual as is Bowie, D's Life on Mars? when sung by a slinky blonde in a figure-hugging sparkly gown.
The whole cast belting out It's All About the Bass, the girl tap dancer performing miracles with her pedal extremities, Kyle Morgan on reeds - there must have been a lot of Kyles in the Glasshouse last night, I counted at least two of them - the ebullient MC, in fact the whole caboodle. Roll on next year.
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