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Start of September 2020.

Not nice.

Might even be some jazz? Nice.

I see that this is going to be made available on Freeview. There’s some good stuff there, especially at the weekend where they put out a lot of old rock performances and documentaries.

‘We played that last week’

Great! Keep doing it, but stay safe.

I was merely swapping one stereotype for another in a free form post bop kind of way.

Have a good laugh you tab reading root and fifth purveyors.

The boy who called out the emperors new clothes was insignificant too. But he called it right.

Will it work as a slimming aid, firm up the glutes?

I’ve got a four piece coming up on Aug 23. It’s on a cricket field with power provided from the village hall across the road. We’re not quite sure how the organisers are going to achieve this, if it’s overhead could be interesting if a high vehicle comes by. Could imagine the line, amps, instruments, musicians, awning, all being dragged down the road. But then I’ve got a very active imagination.

And flat keys matter.

Our singer can sing in all keys. And usually does.

I’ve never been a total bread head but I’ve always expected to be paid for what I play. Occasionally I get a charity call and I seldom refuse. I now play with a seven piece band- or I did before the lock down - and that’s every week just outside Reading. It’s a great band and we ‘buy in’ a top trumpet player each gig and that costs a bit. So we are beginning to totter a bit financially. I know that in order to balance the books the boss has to sometimes draw on his reserves and different musicians get different rates. But that bit has never bothered me. Who knows what size audience we’ll get when the lockdown lifts so I’m seriously considering offering my services for nothing. I’ve been playing for over sixty years now and this’ll almost certainly be my last regular gig, I can afford it and it’ll certainly help the band finances. But don’t tell the boss yet because I haven’t finally decided.

TV news, Five Live while I’m waking up and an hour of Spooks rerun in the evening is about it these days. Occasionally a fellow muso will send me a YouTube to listen to but I’m valuing silence a lot these days. Sad, I know, but there it is.

Well, that’s the list. Anyone else you can think of, trainspotters?

Twinned with Caracas.

Strange (or perhaps not) that my musical dislikes are percussion related. Drum machines, cajons and bongoes - bloody bongoes. When I was starting out in the sixties, er actually it was the fifties, anybody who couldn’t play but thought he was terribly hip would turn up with a pair of bongoes. We had to do a lot of bongo abduction in those days to stay sane. And bloody maracas.

Before I played bass it was the trombone. I was servicing the slide one afternoon and turned up at the evenings gig with half a trombone. I had left the slide on the draining board. Luckily it was a local gig so I just about had time to drive back home and get it.

Fair nuff 🤭

Yes, Mickey, I associate Rockfield with Dave Edmunds. But regrettably my knowledge of things rock is not as extensive as that enjoyed by several members of this parish. I enjoyed that programme, especially the first half when English eccentricity was at its finest.

Yes but you couldn’t get it under your chin.

Thing of beauty, Owen. Thing of beauty. I had a Kolstein travel case that was just as impressive. I couldn’t see myself flying again so when we moved house I put it in the skip. Waste.

Wow!

With those tuners, Pete?