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Fab Foodie

hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
Location
Kirton, Devon.
Even if played with a recorder?

View: https://youtu.be/ERolQfkVWnU


Steady!
 

winjim

Smash the cistern
When I lived in York, the only place you could get a drink after hours was The Cells, a quite literally underground jazz club. I don't remember much about the music but I do know they served up some weird sort of punch, no idea what was in it. I think they got closed down basically for the reasons I've just mentioned...
 

iandg

Legendary Member
Grew up listening to Chris Barber, Benny Goodman and Louis Armstrong that my dad listened to. When I started to go out with (now) wife her dad introduced me to Dave Brubeck, Ella Fitzgerald, Miles Davis and Art Blakey. I introduced him to Willie Dixon, Howling Wolf, Little Walter and Jimmy Reed in return. Happy memories :smile:
 
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glasgowcyclist

Charming but somewhat feckless
Location
Scotland



We once bought tickets to a Herbie Hancock gig at the Greco-Roman amphitheatre in Taormina, Sicily (we were already there on holiday). It’s a spectacular venue that becomes quite magical as the evening darkness falls and stars twinkle overhead.



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Gradually, musicians appeared on stage and took their places, tuning up before the concert started. The tuning up went on for about 40 minutes until we realised that this was the concert! In the middle of it all, there was Herbie, centre stage, blowing into a vacuum cleaner hose while he swung the rest of it around his head.

We couldn’t believe our ears and looked around to see if this was a joke. Everyone else was obviously going with it and loving it.

To us it sounded like a fire in a pet shop so we discreetly left.

P.S. I do like normal jazz.
 

Fab Foodie

hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
Location
Kirton, Devon.
We once bought tickets to a Herbie Hancock gig at the Greco-Roman amphitheatre in Taormina, Sicily (we were already there on holiday). It’s a spectacular venue that becomes quite magical as the evening darkness falls and stars twinkle overhead.



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Gradually, musicians appeared on stage and took their places, tuning up before the concert started. The tuning up went on for about 40 minutes until we realised that this was the concert! In the middle of it all, there was Herbie, centre stage, blowing into a vacuum cleaner hose while he swung the rest of it around his head.

We couldn’t believe our ears and looked around to see if this was a joke. Everyone else was obviously going with it and loving it.

To us it sounded like a fire in a pet shop so we discreetly left.

P.S. I do like normal jazz.

Sadly he also went through a schitt phase! We have one of those albums as well.
Spectacular venue though....
 
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DaveReading

Don't suffer fools gladly (must try harder!)
Location
Reading, obvs
There seems to be such a rush to be the first to break the news that often the forum isn't checked to see if a thread already exists and can be added to. That's what I find a bit disrespectful.
Yes, it's very disrespectful towards the departed.

Oh, hang on ...
 

winjim

Smash the cistern
Yes, it's very disrespectful towards the departed.

Oh, hang on ...

You do get how culture works, right?
 

winjim

Smash the cistern
When I lived in York, the only place you could get a drink after hours was The Cells, a quite literally underground jazz club. I don't remember much about the music but I do know they served up some weird sort of punch, no idea what was in it. I think they got closed down basically for the reasons I've just mentioned...

Ha. I just looked it up and I remember now. They could serve alcohol til late because they had a restaurant licence. So the door fee included a plate of cheap food which you then ate or threw in the bin, depending on how pissed you already were, on the way to get your weird punch. The licensing authorities decided that this somehow went against the spirit of a restaurant licence and closed it down.
 
Gradually, musicians appeared on stage and took their places, tuning up before the concert started. The tuning up went on for about 40 minutes until we realised that this was the concert! In the middle of it all, there was Herbie, centre stage, blowing into a vacuum cleaner hose while he swung the rest of it around his head.

We couldn’t believe our ears and looked around to see if this was a joke. Everyone else was obviously going with it and loving it.

To us it sounded like a fire in a pet shop so we discreetly left

I'm sure this story seemed hilarious as you wrote it, but I think you should show more respect for a dead musical genre :angry:
 
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