It hadn’t been particularly busy in the Jazz Bar, just nice numbers. Of course, the house band and Louis Crosland were already playing when I got there (I should allow an extra ten minutes into my plans). I find it interesting watching musicians’ playing and interactions outwith their usual; the looks and nods to each other are much more noticeable. It’s like I’m seeing the cogs and wheels connecting inside a musical box (just go with me and my whimsy).

I was finishing off my drink in the Jazz Bar last Thursday evening when an American tourist asked me if the live music was over for the night, he’d only caught the final two numbers, yup, sorry man, but I can direct you to more live music if you’re not fussed what it’s like. So I gave him directions to Whistlebinkies and Stramash too, but wasn’t that a much longer walk? (he’d been there much earlier and had obviously wandered around enough afterwards to make it seem a distance away!) Was I myself going to either? Nooo, I didn’t know who was playing but it wouldn’t anyone I wanted to see or I’d be there. Not to say he and his friend wouldn’t enjoy the music, if they were staying out; always the encouraging tourist guide, me. I was ready to head home anyway, so I wished them well and toddled off into the night.

Plenty of the set was tunes that Louis plays with his band, what with them generally being bluesy standards. I was a bit surprised when they played Miss You but it worked well enough (see, case in point, how musicians create structure together) albeit back-to-basics, it had a groove. Hey Joe was pretty fine way to round off Louis’s first stint on stage. After a long break, the house band were back on, with Louis, to kick off the jam part of the evening. I was hungry (I said in my last post that I was going to eat before heading to the Jazz Bar but there wasn’t time to have anything substantial), so after watching the next two assortment of players I ducked out and headed to the Mosque Kitchen (open until ten, yay).

Satiated from a plate of chicken curry and rice, I was ready for more beer and blues. The blues jam was still going when I got back, it was okay, there was no one who made me prick up my ears, but that’s just the luck of how these things go. Eleven o’clock and Louis was back on stage again with his own band, and a few tasty new originals in the set, nice. Naturally we got Miss You for a second, rather zupped up time, yeah, quite a lot of the set seemed overpaced, was it just from being after the slightly pedestrian jam?! There was obviously some thought given to an extra final number – they’d gotten through the planned setlist too soon. I know bands have off nights, yeah, it happens to the best, and the set wasn’t exactly bad, just not up to the standard I’ve come to expect. Hey, I care, bite me!

It’s late, again!! Tomorrow will be another very late night, I’ll away to my bed. Next time, the other LC, Logan’s Close and news on Mr Marah’s solo shenanigans. Sweet dreams!