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To The Gods: drinking at a higher level

Jam Session Review 16th March

18 musos turned up for this one, only to be sent upstairs to avoid what was, reportedly, an overly loud St Patrick’s Day event on the ground floor of the august watering hole. See trivia below.


I  am assured by those that were there, and other equally unreliable sources, that this was quite possibly the best jam session ever, or at least used the same notes as the best jam session ever, but in a slightly different order. The guilty parties included several guitarists (the three Amigos), Tony, Bru and Philip on keys, the usual mob on sax, Bru’s Brother Chad and Ivan on bass, Annette easily the best  singer from Norway (for this week anyway), the long suffering Good Captain who has had too much on his plate, and a bunch of others too humorous to mention.

[Editors Note: There was also a drummer of two trying to keep the motley crew in check - but our illustrious author is overseas researching Danny Boy so we'll forgive him, again...]

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We are assured the Cornerstone will be back to normal next week, and the jam session will descend to the stygean glooms of the ground floor bar. At least the beer will be easier to get to…

Trivia: Whenever  Irishmen  wax a bit lyrical about the emerald Isle, I like to ask them if they would like us to play Danny Boy. Keith Jarrett recorded a particularly intense instrumental version.

Danny Boy is, in the south at least, the unofficial National Anthem of Ireland, known to bring tears to the eyes of grown men, etc.etc.

I have yet to meet an Irishman who knows who wrote the song. It was an English solicitor, in London.

Next week - who knows what floor we'll be on ?

 
 
 

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