St. Georges, Bristol
Last night I dreamed I went to Monterey again. There was the beach, the pier, the Pacific, the view, and that road leading south, climbing and curling out of town, hugging the cliff-top, impossibly cool, impossibly glamorous, a road to dream of. I got there via a concert venue half way up Park Street in Bristol and a jazz gig. Courtney Pine was in town, ahead of his new album, just playin’. The merch table had the new CD from his astonishingly good keyboard player, Nikki Yeoh, but no new Pine material – it’s not out yet. So this was a blast gig, played mostly for the fun of it, a live rehearsal if you like, at one of his favourite venues.
In fact, we learned that Nikki Yeoh had just volunteered to sit in at the last moment, with no rehearsal, and winged it, magnificently. But that’s the thing; these people can do that. Chops. They never play the same song the same way twice. Ever. We got a couple of standards; a Herbie Hancock funk, and with Omar on board, a sublime There’s Nothing Like This amongst others. Mostly we » Continue Reading.