No One Was There

No One was There? Well, it did seem that way for quite a while. This was a quietish sort of a day, although a bunch of refugees from the Castlemaine jam rocked up - Lee (trumpet), his mate Mark on sax, and Phil (saxophone). Between them, they put up a passable rendition of a coupla b-bop toons, after which the Good Captain left early to play a gig in Wheelers Hill (no, I don't know where that is either).

Roger took charge of the playing list, and once the affable Mr Curtis had bopped and left, we were down to one piano player, two drummers (Martin and Michael), Roger and Fermin on geetar, Jeff, Lawrie and Michael on saxes, Jane, Debra, Aneta and Kevin all singing, but not, mercifully, at the same time - followed by Gilbert, suave as ever... which ended with a group wallop at the perennially cocked up Moondance, for which., I swear, all four singers knew the ending, only that was four different endings..

Laurie was persuaded to call Sugar his favourite tune ( may be, but I quite like it), Debra resisted Temptation, and Aneta's take on Take the A Train swung a bit. We called stumps early, probably due to pianist exhaustion. Props to Roger and Fermin, both of whom dipped in with some bass lines from time to time, and to Martin and Michael for providing a solid rhythm section in the absence of a bass player.

So - a quiet one indeed....

Next week, we are going to eschew strong drink, gossip in lowered tones and play darts instead. Or not, as the case may be. Do pop in of you have nothing better to do....