Sunday, November 6, 2011



A pleasant walk in the countryside, ruined. The golfer Gary Player once chipped a ball from a near unplayable lie to within inches of the pin. A spectator  was heard to comment - Wow, that was a lucky shot! Gary agreed that it certainly was, but, observed that the more he practiced, the luckier he got...

Not much luck at  the Sunday Arvo Leinster Jam De Luxe, then. . Strewth, but  they all turned up - some even played music. As fine an afternoon of ballad mangling as I can remember, so props to Frank the Finger, Keef (in fine form, kept playing the Captain's faves before Col could get to them) Paul drums 'n bass, Don, Jacin, John (a diverse selection of guitaristes this week), Agus (piano) accompanying Sir Roger who blew up a storm on alto sax, Noriyo (late starter, piano) , I think Ali and Peter played sax, but I can't remember either , Jack on  Trombone, whose singing is no idle threat, all directed, as ever by Captain Chaos who had stops, fours, rhythm changes, medication changes, and another beer at the bar for me please, all down to a fine art. Glen (landlord) got a fine round of applause for his drumming, and, come to think of it, so did Alan, when he stopped.

Jam sessions: a pleasant romp through the standards, ruined. And no one got within cooee of the pin. Tells ya something, but I am not sure what...

Melbourne Australia: the jam session capital of the free world, or this part of it anyway. The Leinster Arms Hotel, Gold Street Collingwood, Sunday afternoon from 4.00pm onwards. If you are passing by this part of the world (which you probably won't be unless you start somewhere North of the Equator and need to get to Antarctica,) feel free to drop in,  blow up a storm, preferably on your own violin, tell exaggerated stories about your musical or golfing career, and buy us all a drink. We'd love to see you. Really.

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