Next time, bring a chainsaw, ear plugs and a hard hat…

I have noticed that it is getting harder and harder to move around the Lizard Lounge of a Sunday afternoon. Either the place is shrinking or the jam sessions are growing ever more packed. With that many people playing, some industrial strength jazz ensued. Top stuff, but I am sure normal service will be resumed shortly. In the meantime we may be regaled with the sight of seven or eight soloists eagerly putting the boot, chainsaw or elbow in, as they struggle to the fore. Mercy, Mercy Mercy!

Which,. come to think of it, was a highlight of last Sunday’s effort, probably the busiest, certainly the noisiest, yet. Other moments of memorable chaos included Bill on Flugelhorn, Chelly essaying jazz singing to great effect, Jeremy bopping through the door wearing a foppishly large cloth cap, and carrying his foppishlylarge double bass. Carol, Lisbeth, Mel and Sandro sang, Stan, Taariq, Avi and the aforementioned Frenchman played bass. After a welcome back session from Danilo, Glen played an outstanding set on drums – if he gets too cocky about it, we will remind him of his first jazz effort on the electronic drum set, which he will undoubtedly deny. Bob and then Rod took over on keys, leaving me little to do but sip on a Guinness and wonder where it was all going to end. Eventually I started wondering when it was going to endinstead, and went home, as you do…

I won’t mention the Captain and his big brass/woodwind section (Keef, Tim, Alex, Ali, Bill, Aaron and Nick), and for the first timein living memory, I don’t recall any fours being called.

Society’s to blame…

TW