1271 Eric Clapton, the Good Citizen and Lost

The day commenced with hibernation weather although here on the coast it was dark and cold with bursts of sleet which did not become settling snow. Elsewhere there were blizzards with at one point one hundred vehicles, the majority lorries trapped behind a blocked main road, so that the police and local authority services had to reach them, turn them around and take them to places of safety until the roadway could be cleared. The fear was of iced roads as temperatures dropped with the fall of night. This morning some homes in Yorkshire were without electricity and 130 vehicles remained trapped along the A66 route in Durham over the Pennines to Cumbria and Lakeland.
One outcome of staying home, battening down the hatches and keeping warm and well fed is that I was able to commence turning previous work concerning he family history of my mother and factual information available about her life, together with photographs and memorabilia about her 100th birthday into project sets, with more to do over the weekend.
I experienced an interesting play, The Good Citizen part of the UK Drama afternoon series and featuring Hugh Quarshie creating his own environmentally friendly Passport to Pimlico by declaring a piece of earth in the English Country a separate territory in which he opts out from the Government of UK. The play is a vehicle for its author to display his prejudices about how governments and the media operates although the overall way in which any government would respond to such action, especially if it has European Legal precedent, is valid. What the author does not understand is how such an operation would be conducted in practice. In the play the government and the media are too open about their methodology and involvement whereas in real life it is all done at arms length by agents who can never be traced. Another approach is to bury the truth under a plethora of possibilities with the most far fetched deliberately planted in order to discredit everything else raised, including what actually happened. In the final scene of the play a High Court Judge decides that the hero should not be detained in a psychiatric hospital because of a threat to his own life and to others, after his estranged wife has agreed to sign committal papers after being threatened to have her children removed to places of safety and being bribed with a highly paid celebrity photoshoot. The substance of the plot, the motivation of the hero and the issues which the play raises merit greater writing. Any episodes of Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister has greater effectiveness in revealing how the Civil Services and Government Ministers have interacted in the past, and one suspects, to this day.
However it was an enjoyable hour in which I was able to also work.
I was initially disappointed that the daily catch up of series three Lost as the penultimate and final double episode of the series were to come with the new series commencing on Sunday. Then I discovered that the missing episodes are to be shown on Saturday between 1 and 4 pm with the Liverpool versus Sunderland game at 5.15 on Satanta. What a great afternoon in prospect. The sum total of series three is to confirm the belief that the island exists as an interactive dream state, a prolonged dimension between life and death in which we confront our sins and gain the opportunity to show remorse and atone or damn ourselves for eternity. I am reminded of films such as What Dreams may come and Vanilla Sky and also Groundhog Day as some individuals appear wedded to repeating bad choices, despite all the knowledge of inevitable outcomes I eat food which I know will put on weight and I put on weight so I eat more of the wrong food.
In the evening I gave my full attention to a programme about the life of Eric Clapton the only individual to be entered into the Music Hall of Fame three times, through the Yardbirds, through Cream and as an individual soloist. Eric is illegitimate, readily admitting to sense of being an outsider throughout his life, regardless of the loving care he was shown in childhood by his grandparents believing his mother was his older sister. She was only 16 when giving birth through a Canadian serviceman eight years her senior, who after the war returned to his homeland. He only discovered the truth after his mother had married a different Canadian and returned home with his half brother and this had an adverse effect on Eric and his schoolwork. As if to try and make up for the deception his grandparents supported his attempts to play the guitar and a marimba which were given on his 13th birthday. He found learning very difficult and nearly gave up but he had a drive which matched his lifelong sadness which is apparent in much of his music
Like many young men of this era we were greatly affected by American Blues music which expressed our deepest feelings, but Clapton took the interest further than anyone, recording tracks on a Grundig tape recorder and listening and attempting to copy. I used to try and do similar on my clarinet in a cupboard in out flat much to horror of the aunties and neighbours. This was during a time when my windows were covered with Anti Apartheid, War on Want and CND posters. I gave up, he did not, he survived only one year at the Kingston School of Art but that year provided him with the freedom and sufficient self confidence to pursue his need to express himself through music and to establish friends and contacts. He commenced to busk around Kingston, Richmond and the West End. He was able to join a rhythm and blues group The Roosters, at the age of 17 years. He then spent two years with the Yardbirds, leaving before their first commercial hit, but having an established a good reputation among fellow musicians. In 1965 Eric Clapton still committed to playing blues music and hostile to adapting for popular and commercial requirements joining the legendry John Mayall and the Blues Breakers.
In 1966 Eric joined musicians of similar ability for the first time in what became one of the first world super groups Cream and where the extending solo and ensemble jamming became its trade mark. It is a feature of the work of Eric Clapton that he became the authentic rolling stone, involved for a short time in the creation of great music and then needing to move on to new work with new people. Clapton performed with Cream for 28 months, during which time Crossroads was created in honour of Robert Johnson's Crossroads, the blues guitarist acclaimed to this day as the greatest, whose records Eric put on his tape recorder and learnt to try and reproduce chord by note. In the late sixties Eric developed a friendship with George Harrison and they co wrote and played together and guested at each other's concerts. Eric organised and was the music director for the tribute concert at the Royal Albert Hall following the death of George in 2001. With Ginger Baker and Steve Winwood there was an attempt to create a second super group which appeared before 100000 people in Hyde Park in 1969 Blind Faith but it was in the early seventies with a new group Derek, Eric mispronounced and the Dominoes that he helped created what has become his best known single recorded and performance work Layla. At this time he had become infatuated with the wife of George Harrison Pattie Boyd, although she rejected his advances at the time. It was during the 1970's that Clapton readily admits that his life became dominated by drugs and alcohol. The Dominos drummer was found to be an undetected schizophrenic, murdered his mother and was confined to a mental institution where he remains today.
Patti Harrison then responded to Eric's interest and they commenced to live together, marrying in 1979, but although he controlled drug misuse he remained dependent on alcohol. Eric has always been a figure of controversy, especially when he support Enoch Powell's call for control over immigration, explaining his reasons as nothing to do with racism but concern over the tendency of the establishment to invite people to come into the country to undertake badly paid jobs which existing citizens do not wish to do because they can live just as well on state benefits and then concentrating in ghetto's to which I would add, denying until recently, full political and social participation to those who wished o do so. Although he worked primarily as a soloist he continued with collaborations with Jeff Beck and the Secret Policeman's Ball for Amnesty International with other interests included the Countryside Alliance and the Tsunami Relief Appeal, and with Phil Collins, and in more recent times Sheryl Crow (my Favourite Mistake-they remain friends). I had watched the final Phil Collins concert on film before the film on Eric Clapton. I have Phil Collins records and saw him in concert at Newcastle City Hall.
While still married to Patti Boyd he had a year long relationship with another and with whom they had a daughter, a relationship which he had kept secret from his wife, paying maintenance, and from the public until the child died in an accident in 1991. His mistress had been the Managing Director of the Sir George Martin and John Burgess recording studio on Montserrat. After the divorce with Patti Boyd, in 1999 aged 54 he met Melia aged 23 while working on an album with BB King and they married in Surrey in 2002 and have three daughters. In 2005 Cream was reformed performing in London and New York. He wrote music for many films and TV shows. Layla was played in the film Goodfellas and Opel used part of the tune in its advertising throughout the 1990's
Eric acquired some of the world's great collection, if not the greatest collection, of guitars. One of these sold at auction achieved $791,599, another $847500 dollars and a third $959,500. He used some $12 million dollars from guitar sales in 1999 and 2004 to create and maintain the Crossroads treatment and rehabilitation centre in the Caribbean. In the film shown last night he talked of retiring from performances for a time but he is now scheduled for performances in New York in February and a Hyde Park concert in the Summer, park of Hard Rock 2008.
Eric never met and knew little of his father and in 1998 wrote a song My Father's Eyes. A Canadian journalist undertook research and eventually tracked down several members of the family and from these discovered that the man had died in 1985 and that he had been a musician, piano and saxophone, and someone who could never settle. Like father, like son.

1766 And all that Jazz

On Thursday 24th July 2009 I watched and listened to Chris Barber and Acker Bilk play live again for the first time in close on fifty years, along with Kenny Ball who I have never seen, although I have one of his records. In order to set the scene for the concert at the 02 Indigo arena in the former Millennium Dome Building I had walked the streets of Soho and along Oxford Street in the morning beforehand and again on Friday. This conjured once more afresh the memories of my years between the ages of 16 and 22 when I regularly attended the 100 club in Oxford Street and the Cy Laurie Club in Great Windmill Street as well as other clubs featuring traditional jazz. The choice of clubs was determined by a work colleague who I would meet up with after work on a Friday or meet up with on a Sunday, as he would going to the local Palais on a Saturday. I was under 18 at first but then I would go on my own a Saturday and sometimes a Monday to the 100.

I had set off mid morning as it rained catching the first available bus which headed in the right direction from a stop approaching Kings Cross Station. More about the changing and ongoing face of Kings Cross and the Houseman’s Book shop and publisher of Peace News in the second piece. The bus struggled against the volume of traffic and road works as it laboured to Warwick Street Station, Regents Park Station and Baker Street Station and the street made famous in the Sherlock Holmes Conan Doyle Stories. The bus then turned into Harley Street, the traditional home of private medical practice in the UK and along the way I had also noted a shop exclusively selling chess and bridge sets and also a private social work agency. Passing Madam Tussauds and the Planetarium where I have only made two visits to Tussauds and one to the Planetarium, several decades ago there were long queues.

The bus then took the route of the coach into London I got off outside of the Selfridges Food Hall. Selfridges is celebrating its 100 years of history and this was the one store where my birth and care mothers and their elder sister would visit on their rare visits to London because the food hall supplied Mediterranean salami. I doubt if there was a food hall as such in those post war days or that it resembled the present collection of specialist eating areas and specialist grocery suppliers. At the cheap level there is a hamburger, pies, sausage and mash bar with prices similar to those on the motorway service areas while at the other extreme half a dozen Oysters with champagne is available at £25 or with caviar around £250. There was one young woman who appeared to know the young man serving and then a second young woman arrived on her own. She appeared to be no more twenty, with only the best grooming and contemporary outfit money could by. I return to see her again after making the rest of the tour around hall has she was sipping from a champagne glass while waiting for the eats to be served. I longed to find out her story why was there?

There was also a Thai food, and a Sushi Bar and hot beef sandwiches. And then there was the seller of salami and olives with 100 grams ranging from £2,50 to £5.99 but it all looked delicious. This delay and going to find the gents in John Lewis meant that I arrived at Humph’s around 12.30 only find that there was the monthly lunch time Trad jazz session underway from 11.30 to 2.30 organised by the Ken Coyer foundation. Had I arrived earlier or did not have the concert in the evening I would have been tempted. Another year I will better organised.

Before reaching Soho I was struck by the number of young women wearing the briefest of shorts and having the whitest of long legs and the number with shaped uplift bras who were exhibiting their assets with confidence. I wondered how many realised that a few hundred years away their dress would have been interpreted differently, even today because the sleazy side of Soho remains although it predominantly remains a place to eat out or drink with a little food. I entered the Soho Square end tried for the second time to remember where the basement coffee car was located and I had cleared tables and checked the sugar containers when doing shifts for a girl to whom I had been introduced by George Clark then unpaid organiser for the London region CND who had warned about drugs. The coffee bar was the home of the New Left and was totalled the 2.is which was located at the other end in Old Crompton Street and where there is a plaque.

There is major works going in and around Soho Square with Dean Street cut off. I went along Dean Street to take a peak at the menu at what used to be Leoni’s Quo Vadis but is now run by the brothers Hart brothers but have developed the complex with includes the traditional street side dining room, with a club and function rooms above and what appeared to be a new bar and terrace through a court yard behind. I was taken to eat there after being invited to talk about my prison experience to a large gathering of gays around 1961/3 and had never eaten in such a fine restaurant before. I went again two decades later to celebrate an event and was prepared for the amount of the final tally. There would be little difficulty in marking up £50 before drink to day. Best though is to have company to share a sea food platter started for £40 followed by a whole roast chicken for £30. There would be no sharing of the chocolate profiteroles at £6.50 and were delicious when enjoyed three decades ago. There is a twelve page wine list and with company I would go for an inexpensive Sancerre with the fish and a Beaujolais with the chicken, champagne with the pudding. Immediately next to Quo Vadis is the oldest Strip show town called the Sunset Strip which used to look seedy from the outside entrance but was very popular because of a comparative small fixed charge gentlemen could be entertained from midday to midnight. Now there is a colourful glitzy bar at the entrance but there is no touting for custom. Before reaching the sordid end I should mention Ken Colyer’s Club in Great Newport Street which I visited only a couple of times as in those days there were Ken Colyer fans and there were Cy Laurie fans. According to one source the Skiffle club was opened on the first floor of the Roundhouse Pub in Wardour Street but the all nighter I attended was at the Skiffle cellar and my recollection is that it was at the basement level one went up for a walkabout Soho at 3 am rather than down. Ronnie Scott open at Gerrard Street in 1959 and is now in Frith Street with the Marquis also in Wardour Street. This led the way to the Piccadilly end and Cy Laurie.

Before then I did take a detour en route to Great Newport Street to close to Cambridge Circus where a whole side street is boarded at ground level as the buildings are being worked for development. Near here are still a couple of restaurants where I have had evening meals in the past along with several others in central Soho. There is also the Stockport, one of two locations in London and which offers two course simple fare for under £7 and are ideal if you want solid food and do not want to pay a premium for ambiance. As I went towards Great Windmill Street I did pass one open door way with a handwritten sign which said welcome and an arrow pointing up the stairs to Models. Until the Street Offences Act of 1959 the girls would parade all around Soho but after that they disappeared up 100 stairways offering models or massage.
Cy Laurie was located in a door in what was Ham Yard in Great Windmill Street and which no longer exists. It was close to the Windmill Theatre where the posing was still life and now boasts 100 young women in an international revue setting but there internet research indicates there are also areas for companies to arrange private night outs or few individual executives to spend their latest bonus. While the milk bar at the Piccadilly end has long gone there is still someone offering hot salt beef sandwiches and where I would sometimes eat what was my evening meal before joining others in the agreed pub of meeting, wondering if the young women were from across the way or literally off the street.

As it started to down pour as I left the Cineworld Trocadero I abandoned continuation of the Soho walkabout for the Underground and invested in a £5.60 zones 1 and 2 ticket. From the Circus I changed at green Park for the Jubilee and made my way two hours earlier than anticipated to the 02 Dome. The station with its two taxis zones and bus station has been completed and there is now a glass canopy walkway to the main entrance where bags and any technology is checked electronically together with a and held survey of the body. However there is continued work to one side of the outside of the Dome and there are major developments in the area between the Dome and the Pier head. I had a good walk around before finding a quiet seat close to the new permanent exhibition of the history of British music from 1945 and includes the Soho jazz scene remembered on my walkabout. Inside the Indigo 02 there was the offer of a £5 discount on the entrance price of £15 for adults and I did considered going there on Friday. Sunday remains a possibility.

The reason for finding a quiet location was eat my spicy chicken wings and juicy cherries. This was early around 5 so I then headed for the Slug and Lettuce where I found myself a window table overlooking the VIP entrance to the Indigo 02 and settled down to write these notes, read some Sons and Lovers and drink Peroni beer. Food and drink for the day had so far cost £11.60 from Marks and Spencer’s St Pancras and some fizzy water, I did not fancy the cherry flavoured still from a machine outside the Cineworld. This increased to £20 with the Peroni which I drank slowly in half pints. The door were opened at 7 and I made my way to a little queue at the public entrance around ten past and was surprised to find a good crowd inside.

The Indigo is bigger than anticipated with the ground level audience in a semi circle around the stage and along soft lit bar at the rear. I did attempt to explore the balcony which was roped off as explained by a burley gentleman who guarded the other stairway to the VIP lounge. My seat was in the last row of the first block of seat from the central aisle and I was able to have the aisle seat after no one showed up. I would say that the lower level was three quarters full and those at the far sides moved into thee spare more central seats at the first interval. The atmosphere is that of a nightclub and eminently suitable for jazz with a first class sound and lighting system. It was a bigger setting that three band have experienced since the late 1950’s.

The three bands performed separately and there was no collective of the three B’s or guest players from former times. It was in effect a commercial launch of the double CD
Boaters, Bowlers and Bowties which is a remix of 40 titles including their big hits and which include half a dozen songs by Ottilie Paterson. Copies were being sold for £15 at the concert although Amazon has then post free £12. There was some signing of copies for this price although I was not sure if all sold on night were included. For some the biggest disappointment was that Chris Barber with his Big Band was that he made no attempt to recapture his early sound except for two spirituals. One problem was the departure of his trumpet player Pat Halcox after fifty years and the early retirement of Ottilie Paterson after she developed throat problems in the late 1970’s.

It is also interesting that in otherwise excellent web site Chris does not mention that he played as part of the Cy Laurie Band in the early 1950’s along with Alan Elsdon and Al Fairweather and that George Melly first performed with the band in 1948 and it has always surprised that he never received recognition or popularity in the way many of the other did despite living and playing until the 1990’s. He died in 2002. There is a query about what happened to him between 1960 and 1968.Geerge became a living legend and I saw him perform with Mick Mulligan at the Great Windmill Street Club Ian Christie and Archie Simple were members of the group. Mick had problems with Alcohol and later managed George. He then retired to run a grocery store and also involved in horse racing where he had some success owning Forever my Lord.

Chris started out as a trombonist with Humphrey Littleton. It has also to be remembered that the original Ken Colyer band was in effect the subsequent Chris Barber with Pat Halcox replacing him. Ken wanted to play as authentic New Orleans style jazz as possible while Chris was interested in developing a more commercial sound. It was Monty Sunshine who had the million record sales with Petite Fleur, He formed his own band around 1960 but attended was what to have been a one off concert in Croydon in 1975 but they went on an international tour in the 1990’s. He retired in 2001 and is now in his 80’s. I was disappointed that he had Ottilie with Pat Halcox did not take a bow on stage. Lonnie Donegan the Banjo guitarist who established Skiffle with a washboard and tea chest base. He became an international artist achieving success in the US market and with a succession of top 30 hits. He died in 2002. My only public performance as a washboard player was the Finance Department annual dinner for Croydon Council in 1958.

Having said that some were disappointed that Chris did not replay his old music I like the sound of the Big Band and his decision to attract some fine younger musicians especially Zoltan Sagi who plays reed instruments, given his own age of 79 those in their forties to sixties are young!

The middle band of the evening was Acker Bilk and his Paramount Jazz men. He became known for his goatee beard, bowler hat and waistcoat in the middle 1950’s and then had the major hit Stranger on the Shore written for a TV series. Acker has a number of outstanding musicians with him notably Enrico Tomasso who was part of Roxy Music for a time and is generally considered one of the best jazz trumpet players of past forty decades. Strangers on shore with in the UK hit parade for almost a year. At the age of 80 he struggled more than most of his colleagues and it was not clear if the constant checking on what he was to do was an act or he is suffering the early stages of memory loss. He phased his performance with jokes which were OK. Man and his dog lost in the dessert with a supply of water and matches but no food so the begin to eye each other and the dog lost so eventually there was just a pile of bones so man says looking at he bones pity about that as his dog friend of many years liked a good bone. Jazz colleague lives in a small town with a great bakery where there is usually a small queue. Lady comes in and goes to the front and man says excuse me madam do not you realise there is a queue. She says if you were a gentleman you would not object, he says this is a bread queue not a life boat. There were another half dozen of the same standard but expanded. The final band was Kenny Ball who had commercial success with Midnight in Moscow which sold over a million copies and gained popularity in he USA. He is the only British Jazzman to have been made an honorary citizen of New Orleans. He learnt showmanship with Sid Phillips and Eric Delaney bands. One of the present band joined 50 years ago and another forty. His session was the most entertaining and he had the audience singing, standing on their feet and waving their hands at the end with All you need is love.

This brings me to the audience who were mainly grey haired who I spotted as they also came for a drink or perhaps a drink and light meal in the Slug and Lettuce beforehand. There were some young people often with parents grand parents. We also enjoyed jokes about being passed our bedtime, welcome again to a live concert after fifty years and where is the cocoa. I spoke with a couple who wanted to know if an aisle seat across the way was vacant as they husband was very tall around 7ft and his wife just a little shorter, He has only found out the concert after hearing Chris Barber on the radio the previous day and had rushed over to get tickets. When working on the Observer he worked with Wally Fawkes who worked also as a Cartoonist Trog who created Flook. He is now in is mid eights, has been married twice with six children, five who survive. He was a founder member of the Humphrey Littleton band and he also played with George Melly and John Chilton and the Feetwarmers. It was that kind of night. Chris mentioned his tour with Howard McGhee and Sonny Terry and this as occasion when Sandy Brown played When the Saints for about half an hour at the end of the Riverboat Shuffle to Margate and back and we had trouble docking on the return journey. I remember one the two visitors from the USA saying to other up on deck as were about to arrive. It blowing my mind man when the saints.

Meanwhile we all rushed to ensure we got on our way to our destinations in all four corners of London. Managed to catch a Jubilee line to London Bridge Station just before eleven thirty and against there was a train waiting for Kings Cross so I was back just after midnight, well more like 12.30 by the time I had settled in.

1759 Jazzin with Armstrong, the Chicago Stompers, Bogart . Bacall and Fireworks.

I begin Jazz and Fireworks not with the visit to the Sage at Gateshead for a re-creation of the music of the early years of Louis Armstrong but a brief visit to Tynemouth for the Chicago Stompers from Italy who impressed me greatly last year and were appearing again in the 12 to 2 set on the Jazz stage adjacent to the Gibraltar Rock.

I had a difficult night in that the sleep was not restful and I woke feeling shattered and not doing anything at all, physical or mental activity. The morning was bright and going outside it was warm, too good to stay in, although I felt under some pressure to write, get the kitchen ready for the arrival of the washing although I had forgotten the previous occasion of non delivery on a Sunday morning and prepare for my trip to Nottingham next week. I was not at my best when setting off in the warm sunshine down the hill at a diagonal in the direction of the market place and the ferry. I had decided to travel only with the over the shoulder bag chair with a telescopic umbrella tucked inside as from recent experience the weather could change suddenly.

The Ferry service had promised a shuttle with two boats in use because of the festival and the closure of the Tyne Tunnel for the weekend and on arrival both ferries were across at North Shields with one just leaving and the other just arriving. The reason for this was soon apparent as we set off because we had to stop to one side to allow a gigantic transporter of motorcars, called a motor liner, to pass up the river lead and tailed by two pilot boats. This is a very chunky vessel as it has width as well as length and height. It was an awesome sight.

Arriving at the bus stop opposite the entrance to Ferry landing we had to wait nearly twenty minutes before the special free bus service arrived, having just missed one of the two regular buses and which had not waited for the arrival of the delayed ferry. In fact I learnt from one of the drivers of the two busses travelling to North Shields in one direction and Newcastle in the other that the free bus was waiting a round the corner for the two regular and fee paying customer buses to depart. By this time a second ferry had arrived although by the time passengers went on the two regular services there were fewer people waiting than I expected and we were all able to get on the free bus with ease. This takes passenger to one end of the Tynemouth High street which was full of families and couples taking advantage of the fine weather and free entertainment. There was a good crowd about with the various restaurants, bars and quick food outlets packed or with queues forming outside. Opposite the bus stop is a former church now described as “The Land of Green Ginger” and with a sub title “please enter all is not what is seems,” as a means of attraction interest in a centre which now specialises in stalls selling goods associated with health and healing and where the inside cafe also had an outside stall which was doing good business.

I had difficulty in making my way past one attraction where a contortionist Emma Kerger Bendy Em a former national Gymnast from Sydney Australia and drawn a crowd which spread across the road and pavements. The fine weather had also brought a good crowd to the grass area before the Jazz stage where the Chicago Stompers were already performing. I was able to find a space on the far side against railing to avoid my seat obscuring the view of anyone sitting on the grass. There were people standing two deep alongside the railings and around tithe benches on the main roadside.

I had seen the Stompers perform last year. They describe themselves as the Youngest Hot Jazz Orchestra in Italy. I would suggest that goes for England and most of Europe and the at least even if the musicians and singer appeared to be in their twenties with several in their early twenties. The group is based in Milano and this year performed at the Keswick Jazz festival as well as the Whitley Bay. The band are excellent musicians but also concentrate on presentation led by the vocalist Elena Pagnauzzi who introduces each song. She has a delightful personality and looks gorgeous, and has a good command of English. She only sang one number in Italian out of respect for a national musician who has recently died.

The musicians are Tiziano Codoro Cornet, Paolo Colombo Clarinet, Soprano Sax and vocals; Veronica Santagostino Baldi Tenor sax Clarinet Ukulele and Vocals; Gorigio Gallina Violin and Trombone; Mauro Porro Piano Reeds Salto C melody tenor soprano sax clarinet Cornet and also contributes vocal, Arrangements and transcriptions; Dario Lavizzari Banjo, Resophonic Guitar, Ukulele, Washboard, Piano and Vocals; Paulo Vanzulli Tuba, Drums, Vocals. Alexandro Rossi drums Percussion and Celesta. I mention the range of instruments to emphasise the versatility of the group. Added to this is their enthusiasm and the obvious enjoyment they have at playing. This was communicated to the very mixed audience. Standing the other side of railings was group of two couples one of whom was so impressed that he talked of getting information to hire the group for a beer festivals with which he is associated, I suspect he did not realise that they able to come to Britain and perform because of substantial subsidy from the Arts Council and other sponsors of the Jazz Festivals.

They performed many of their numbers on the latest 18 tune disk: It’s Tight Like That Oh Lady be Good, West End Blues, Don’t be Like That, Black Bottom. This is the second release with the first 12 numbers and from which they played, at least while I was there, having missed the opening numbers, On the Sunny Side of the Street, I’ll be a friend with pleasure, That’s my weakness now, and Borneo. Although each tune was named and introduced I failed to bring a notebook and pen with me.

I had been prepared to stay on but such was the enjoyment of the two hour performance that I new the subsequent local bands from Newcastle and Gateshead would be a disappointment. Despite the crowds this was only live music entertainment playing on the Saturday and free as Tynemouth priory grounds were closed for preparations for the evening concert by Scrip. This is a pay event and was sold out. On Sunday in addition to three more two hour performances on the Jazz stage (from Canada Switzerland and France) there would musical entertainment from the main stage with six bands or groups performing for an hour from Noon until six. Acts include a five piece soul band with international musicians, Zanf a Londoner of Scottish and Iranian Jewish Scottish, Teddy Thompson son of folk rock Richard and Linda, 90’s group Dodgy, a Newcastle band The Little Comets, and Hijak Oscar, of whom I know nothing. The cost of the visit was £1 in total for the half price ferry crossings.

On the return I took a bus to North Tyneside, to Wilkinson’s who had five of the black display albums which I bought plus one blue. Passing through the market I also bought two pounds of cherries for £2. They looked good and later I tried a couple and they are OK.

On Thursday before going to the Sage, I discovered that Chris Barber was on Tour with what he describes as a Big band, celebrating his sixty years of playing. He is 79, born in 1930. They were playing at Durham on Friday evening when I planned to travel to Leeds watch Durham play Yorkshire in the opening day of their championship game. It was looking at their itinerary that I found something wondrous amazing. There was to be a special concert in London at the former Millennium Dome in the small concert area called Indigo which would include the Acker Bilk and his Jazzmen and Kenny Ball. I was not a great fan of Kenny Ball although I have an LP. But I was there at the start of the Acker Bilk rise to fame and it was his band who played When the Saints Go Marching In for ages as the boat return from the Riverboat Shuffle to Margate one Sunday in 1958 or 1959 and which had blown the minds of Howard McGhee and Sonny Terry. The three bands in a special concert celebrating their lives. One could expect that others still alive from that era who once played with them would participate in some way. I will comment on the Long Playing records after attending the concert. When I returned from the Sage concert I attempted to book a ticket online as the event occurs on the third evening of my stay in central London. I had great difficult as the system flagged that I was already registered which I remembered was from the concert commemorating the life of Princess Diana at the new Wembley stadium attended by her sons and their friends. However I could not remember or find my password so had to change this, was given a temporary password but then this failed to work. Fortunately I found that they operated a 24 booking line and although it was after one am I spoke with an operative and got a seat on the ground floor of the hall about ten rows back which saves craning the neck and in the centre of the auditorium. Someone up there likes me despite all my shortcomings.

I had changed my mind several times during thee day whether to use public transport, or take the car all or part way to the Sage. I took the car arriving about an hour before the performance commenced, taking two rolls and half a small sweet melon for an evening meal together with a flask of coffee which I eat and drank in the car. At East I started to drink the coffee. The flask has an insert in cap which can be used to store milk or so I thought but it was empty and appeared to have drained into the flask. This had not been my intention as usually I make two separate cups with milk, put one in full and the other half, drinking then remainder . This time I poured in the black coffee before adding milk so resorted to the using the cap for the milk. The result was awful so I poured away the cup after taking a few sips.

This time I managed to pre pay the car parking charge of £3 for the evening in the correct way, remembering the problem that had arisen when last year I went to see the folk singer Judy Collins. At one point the entrance barrier stopped working and a column of cars built up with anxious mothers and their children, most daughters, made their way to the lifts down to the auditorium entrance level. There was a special concert involving young musicians which commenced at seven and was the reason why the main concert hall was not available. However I thought the use of the second hall, which is almost in the round with its red lighting and decor was an ideal venue for the recreation. Most of the audience had arrived for the three days of the Jazz Festival from all parts of the UK and further afield. One lady I overheard had flown in from the United States such is the reputation which has grown for the event. Most of the audience were in their fifties and older as were the musicians with one notable exception.

The man playing the role of young Louis Bent Persson comes from Sweden and is regarded as the best living exponent of playing in the early style of Louis for the years 1923 to 1929. Also from Sweden was the Banjo player Jacob Ullberger and from the UK trombonist Paul Munnery, the extraordinary tall drummer Nick Ward and Pianist Martin Litton together with Phil Rutherford on brass base. The star of the group was the Clarinettist Matthias Seuffert from Germany. He had taken the role of Benny Goodman last year and is a brilliant musician who plays with passion as well as skill. He was also youngest and appeared to be the leader of the group on stage.

There was no programme and writing in a small note book the numbers to remember resulted in my hands being covered in ink. I can read my writing though and can record that they played Squeeze Me, Weatherbird, West End Blues, Once in a while, Savoy Blues, Where did you stay last night, Santa Clause Blue Texas Mam Blues, King Porter Stomp, Wild Man Blues, Potato Head Blues, Alligator Crawl, Hotter than that, Ory‘s Creole Trombone.

Most of these numbers are included on a three CD set I acquired for £10 or less and which include Mabel’s Dream which I had not heard before and some of his signature favourites from his later years When it‘s sleepy time down south, Rocking Chair, Hello Dolly. Mack the Knife and When the Saints go Marching in. This was an acquisition from recent times I have three 10inch Long Play records bought between 1955 and 1957 over 50 years ago. I would have liked to have bought albums but the £5 a week income with which I received in those days had to cover everything.

On record contains information on the group The Hot seven formed in 1927 with Kid Ory his former group leader on trombone, Johnny Dodds the brilliant clarinettist, Johnny St Cyr on banjo and guitar, Li his wife nee Hardin on Piano, Baby Dodds on drums, and Pete Briggs on tuba. The album includes Willie the Weeper, Twelfth Street Rag, Alligator Blues, Chicago Breakdown and Wild Man Blues. No information is provided on the Classics album has When the Saints, West End Blues, Dipper Mouth Blues. Mahogany Hall Stomp and When its Sleepy time Down South.

Jazzin with Armstrong has some information with Strutting with some Barbecue, played at the Sage concert and refers to going about town with a Hot woman on your arm is a Hot five recording as is Tight Like this. Potato Head and Melancholy are Hot Seven recordings while Basin Street Blues is with 1929 Orchestra

It has not been jazz all the way as earlier in the week there was showing of the splendid Bogart and Bacall movie To Have and to have not. In several respects this is a reprise of his role in Casablanca. He is a worldly hirer out of his boat for fishing trips in a French colony now under the control of the Vichy government and the Nazi’s, Bacall is his serious female interest, he plays the role of some one who never talks of love, nor does Bacall, who as Slim is a pick pocket drifting from island to island, but who gets a job as a singer in the hotel bar club where they are staying and where the Pianist/ Singer is Hoagy Carmichael, a name little known to day but was an international recording star in the 1940’s. In this film Boart has a sidekick drunk played by Walter Brennan. Bogart is indifferent to politics and declines the pressure from the Hotel owner known as Frenchy, to clear the growing bill by undertaking work smuggling in people who are part of the French resistance. When he Nazis arrive and start pushing him. Slim and the sidekick around Bogart takes sides against them and assists the underground. The trio do a runner together at the end of the film leaving the resistance to dispose of the remaining Nazi’s. In 1944 the film would have raised morale on both sides of the Atlantic and it remains enjoyable over sixty years later.

And now to the Fireworks. On the Saturday evening of the Mouth of the Tyne festival there is a prolonged display usually involving large figures and constructions in South Shields as a form of contemporary artwork. There is an event by the Gypsy Green Stadium at one end of the official promenade and which slowly progress along to the car park below the Hill on which I live. The event commences at 9.30 and should end with a firework display around 11 when it dark and cold. In the first year not knowing the time table I went to Gypsy Green but had to retire because I was not dressed for the late evening cold but got to see the fireworks from the hill seeing a succession of neighbours make their way to join those who parked their cars having travelled from other parts of the Borough and beyond. Last year I just went over for the fireworks and this year I had planned to attend the whole event in the evening, after first going to the supermarket for milk, rolls and pastries for the next three days. It was cold even with the jacket and coat and it started to rain, just spots but all inclination to spend over an hour in the night air vanished, especially as I felt tired. I considered going over to overlook around 10.30 but body told me otherwise. I live about 100 yards from the edge of the hill with perhaps another 100 yards or more from where the fireworks are set off. I was shaken by the sound of the fireworks commencing around 10.45/ More than gunfire this was rocket bomb and windows at the back of the house reverberated. At Seaburn the windows had this when during the annual air display at the end of July jet planes had zoomed away over the house, but this was not just louder but the effects stronger. I bet there are complaints. While the fireworks lasted some 15 minutes there were sounds which I assume came from the constructs and figures until approach 11.30 pm. I assume the timing is scheduled to coincide when the ending of the rock concert so that those attending can watch the display as a finale before going home or coming over to South Shields for the night clubs. Just as I was writing this on Sunday night there was a brief burst of fireworks, presumable those left over from last night if part of sequence had not fired. It was earlier around 10.30 although I would be surprised if anyone remained on the seat front as the official events end early evening. Well I never.

1754 Carmen , Vieux Jazzmen, Cat Balou and the Black Swan

Saturday did not begin well for me with a series of long bad dreams as I woke again early and seemed to be in a cycle of restlessness on return, the long dream and waking almost as soon as I had settled. In fact having gone to bed before 11pm it was a good sleep overall of eight hours but did not seem so at the time. It si the first occasion that I can recall a series of bad dreams whose subjects I have unintentionally suppressed which serves to underline that I should have made notes on waking as I cannot now work out the cause. There was also no indication on rising of the weather for the day although the forecast was of clouds, some sun and the possibility of heavy showers.

In the afternoon I put the smaller folding chair over my shoulder and made my way through North Marine to South Marine and new bandstand where the Vieux Carre Jazzmen were playing two sets between 2 and 4. The band named after a quarter of New Orleans was formed in the 1950’s and is based in Newcastle and North Tyneside playing regularly at the Corner House Hotel Newcastle and the Cullercoats Crescent club. I saw them last perform at the Mouth of the Tyne Festival last year Rock of Gibraltar area Jazz stage area. They play a British style of Traditional Jazz with an emphasis on individual solos within a number a la Christ Barber and Mick Mulligan rather than Ken Colyer and Cy Laurie. They are used to performing to people of all ages and situations although these days the audience tends to be my age than students. This was so as the 100 odd crowd spread out over the wide area of grass and concrete steps was of my generation. Some families did stop for a while but one granddad and day who topped were met with a constant when we going tot he park granddad, to which granddad saying we are in the park and will go to the beach in a while met with continued resistance.

The performance which comprised only four of the six listed players covered standards such as Alexander’s Rag Time Band, I can’t give you Anything but love, Baby and Georgia on my Mind. It was good solid professional music but lacked originality and passion. I stayed for the first set and decided to make my way back around 3. Earlier in the day there was the opening parade of the summer festival in which school children in costumes and marching bands went from eh Town Hall through the town centre along Ocean Road to the Bents park where an afternoon of activities was arranged for those who wished to participate. As Bents park is just across the road from the Bandstand, the loudspeaker announcements and music sometimes clashed and drowned out the Jazzman which was not good planning on the part of the local authority organisers.

During the day I watched chunks of two films. The Black Swan is a great piece of nonsense which I saw as a child, released in 1942 it was standard fare at either the mid week Odeon Wallington showings ire the Saturday morning club between 1945 and 1950 when I was a regular attender. It featured the pre and post war Heart throb Tyrone Power and the real man’s woman Maureen O’Hara. George Sanders and Anthony Quinn played miscreants of the upper and lower classes as usual. For some reason I remembered the film as the Black Pearl and got caught up with the information on the Pirates of Caribbean series until checking the Tyrone Power filmography. The film has its background the life of Henry Morgan the Welsh privateer who plundered Spanish ships in the Caribbean and who was knighted and made acting Governor of Jamaica and came under attack from the former Governor who had the support of the semi autonomous local Council. In the film power becomes the assistant to Morgan and sets out to prove that there is dirty work afoot to discredit his hero and who takes with him the she protests too much daughter of the rival governor.

On return from the Jazz in he Park I watched the main part of Cat Balou, a film I have not seen for several years although I have enjoyed more than once before. The film brought an academy award for Lee Marvin as an old drunk gunslinger hired by Jane Fonda to protect her father and his ranch from a development corporation who have hired another gun fighter to harass and eventually kill the obstinate owner. Jane who has been away to a convent school and trained as a teacher encounter two young petty criminals on the train home who she subsequently invites to help her thinking that they are gunfighters or at least will defend her is sadly mistaken although a romance develops with one of them.

When her father is killed Cat determines on revenge and robs a train carrying the payroll of the development company. . Lee Marvin then sobers up and kills the hitman murderer and Cat poses as a prostitute to gain the attention of the Development company boss who is killed in a struggle. Cat is caught and sentenced to by hung but escapes at the last moment. Among those also in the film are Nat King Cole as the Sunrise Kid and Stubby Kaye as Professor Sam the shade. There is also the appearance of Butch Cassidy!

In the evening I watched a remarkable passionate and moving performance of Carmen. The performance lasted three hours and excluded the intervals which meant it was the full original score and libretto and which I have known reduced to one and half hours. The German State Opera production was conducted by Daniel Barenboim and features to singers who for once looked and acted their parts with extraordinary levels of passion and sensitivity. Marina Domashenko was unknown to me but appears to have made her name through Carmen while Rolando Villazon was very convincing with a voice which is powerful and sensitive. The news that he has had to cancel some appearances this year earlier than anticipated prior to an operation is disturbing although both artists have recordings which provide posterity with the best of their work to-date. As with the Met Performance of Madam Butterfly I would pay real money if I had it attend performance of these two singers. I was in bed by 11pm once more.