There's something about the Central Bar Jazz Club that's hard to describe. The darkened room creates an atmosphere that gives you the feeling of being anywhere. New York, London, Paris, anywhere but Gateshead. Although it's in an upstairs room, the ambience is that of a cellar club back in the day when you saw the band through a magenta mist or, to be more accurate, cigarette smoke.
Fortunately, the cigarette era is gone and the air is cleaner and the music is as good as ever - at least it was this afternoon.
On bass, Mick Shoulder reminded us of why he is one of the north east's A-listers on his instrument with meaningful solos that were much appreciated by the enthusiastic audience.
John Bradford is rapidly becoming the man to call when percussion is required and justifiably so.
The programme comprised a selection of standards associated with Peterson, a couple of his originals along with three of Stockdale's own compositions. Is there a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, musically speaking? You tell me. Lance
January Blues; Out of Nowhere; Falling in Love With Love; Breath Easy; Autumn in New York; Night Train; Have You Met Miss Jones?; Bossa Beguine; Elaine; Joy Spring; Body and Soul; Hymn to Freedom.
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