OK, I apologise for not keeping this up to date with the minutiae of my life, but who knows? Now that I’ve got Blog This set up on the laptop, I might be posting more snippets in the future.
In the meantime, we saw Les McCann perform Compared to What and other tunes (including bloody Sunny and Something – why do soul jazzers always do those two?) at Ronnie Scott’s last night. It was the closest thing to heaven that we can get without Ceej being present.
Of course, in true Dantean fashion, we first went through Hell – sitting in a smoky jazz club and not smoking. Purgatorio came in the form of polite standards played by rising young jazz singer’s band. The singing was OK, the smug banter between songs was less than OK.