And it came to pass that the Bristol hostelry where I regularly play some jazz had in the window a large poster proclaimed that there to be on Monday evenings an acoustic blues gathering. All were welcome to come along and perform if so taken, even the barmaid confirmed it was indeed acoustic and that the first night had yielded some 20 in attendance, although down to 10 the following week, this was to be the third week?
Well I mean, who could resist such an invite? A few emails later the entire euroweenie membership of southwest England (that?s, me, Harvey and Norfolk Slim) had agreed to risk it and attend, albeit keeping any instruments in the car till we knew the musical strength of the gathering ? we didn?t want to show them up, indeed nor they show us up!
Hhhhmmmm? even by eighth thirty there were no signs of life, then the door burst open to reveal a tall man carrying a very thin guitar case?. eeekkkk?. what does that imply? Having got there braving impenetrable traffic jams without a snow storm in sight, we stuck it out, or more aptly partially stuck to the table we had commandeered.
Several, strange black boxes appeared which were attached to equally thin guitars with cables, what could it be? Then, horror of horrors a latently (is that a word?) thin geriatric gentleman at least nine feet tall wearing a trilby hat (that looked a small) produced a small suitcase and a microphone stand that was also eight foot tall and as thin as he was.
The musac started and we looked at each other, it was all we could do since the ever increasing volume precluded any form conversation. With each monotonous shuffle lasting at least ten minutes it was the epitome of a night from hell. A succession of harpists (harpies?) duly trudged on stage each one trying to reach the top of the said mic stand and determined to be even louder, much much louder and squeaker than the last. Another guitarist joined in who specialised in those bloody awful long, high pitched notes (sic) played somewhere around fret 57. At one point even somebody in the audience asked (shouted) if they could play anything else, so obviously we were not alone in our views. Although to be fair, as a pub band I?ve heard worse, but sadly they were definitely not as billed...
Should anyone want their own gig sensitively reviewed I am available for a small fee.
Well I mean, who could resist such an invite? A few emails later the entire euroweenie membership of southwest England (that?s, me, Harvey and Norfolk Slim) had agreed to risk it and attend, albeit keeping any instruments in the car till we knew the musical strength of the gathering ? we didn?t want to show them up, indeed nor they show us up!
Hhhhmmmm? even by eighth thirty there were no signs of life, then the door burst open to reveal a tall man carrying a very thin guitar case?. eeekkkk?. what does that imply? Having got there braving impenetrable traffic jams without a snow storm in sight, we stuck it out, or more aptly partially stuck to the table we had commandeered.
Several, strange black boxes appeared which were attached to equally thin guitars with cables, what could it be? Then, horror of horrors a latently (is that a word?) thin geriatric gentleman at least nine feet tall wearing a trilby hat (that looked a small) produced a small suitcase and a microphone stand that was also eight foot tall and as thin as he was.
The musac started and we looked at each other, it was all we could do since the ever increasing volume precluded any form conversation. With each monotonous shuffle lasting at least ten minutes it was the epitome of a night from hell. A succession of harpists (harpies?) duly trudged on stage each one trying to reach the top of the said mic stand and determined to be even louder, much much louder and squeaker than the last. Another guitarist joined in who specialised in those bloody awful long, high pitched notes (sic) played somewhere around fret 57. At one point even somebody in the audience asked (shouted) if they could play anything else, so obviously we were not alone in our views. Although to be fair, as a pub band I?ve heard worse, but sadly they were definitely not as billed...
Should anyone want their own gig sensitively reviewed I am available for a small fee.