“May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.”
Well in case you hadn’t realised by all the references to May in the above quote, and the fact that there are calendars and things to tell you what month it is, it’s May! Wahey! Or at least it was, a little while ago. And I know you’ve all been sitting on the edges of your seats for a whole 25 days wondering how I kept myself busy over the year’s fifth month, so I’ll now put you out of your misery by clearing up this mystery.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that gigs have a habit of coming along in pairs – especially where weekends and bank holidays are involved. This was yet again demonstrated over Saturday 11th and Sunday 12th May, when I had the pleasure of playing for a wedding near Stafford and then a birthday party near Leeds with everyone’s friendly local neighbourhood Dixieland trio, The Jelly Roll Jazz Band.
A Day At the Stafford
The wedding reception on 11th was quite a late one for us as we weren’t due to start until 5:45, and therefore in typical style we travelled early and popped into Stafford to do some preliminary busking and make the most of the day. It was beautifully sunny and the town centre was packed, which was in sharp contrast to our previous visit last February! It also became clear after a while precisely why it was so busy. Just along from where we’d set up was the town’s main square, and before long the crowds were gathering to watch what it turned out was the official induction ceremony of the new mayor. This point was further driven home to us a little later, when our thunder was somewhat stolen by a series of marching bands parading past and rather overwhelming the sound of our quiet little jazz band!
Once we’d finished earning our pennies in the town centre, it was time to head off to the nearby village of Ingestre to earn our pounds at the wedding. I always say one of the great things about playing weddings is that you get to enjoy some beautiful venues out in the middle of nowhere in the rolling British countryside. The flipside of that particular coin, though, is that you’ve got to find the venues in the first place! And while sat-navs have become thoroughly invaluable tools for us travelling minstrels, they are far from infallible. On this occasion, our bass player’s didn’t have a problem and took him straight to the location with no fuss. Mine, however, mis-cued a little and tried to take me through some back road through a load of fields and agricultural buildings. In theory I’m sure this would have worked fine, but what the sat-nav clearly wasn’t aware of was the locked farm gate blocking one of the paths! Cue a significant detour which eventually resulted in me finding the actual official route to our venue – where I found the bassist waiting for me, wondering what had taken so long!
Wedding clients, as with all people in general, do vary in terms of their organisational skills. Usually a certain degree of flexibility is required from us, as speeches overrun, people arrive late, photographers take longer than expected etc. But this one was an exception, being the single most organised and smoothly-executed wedding we have ever encountered! We knew in advance that it was thoroughly well-planned from the fact that, several weeks before the event, the bride sent us a comprehensive document containing every possible detail we could need. It even had a photo of the person we should talk to on the day, so we knew what to look for! And the rest of the occasion ran with a similar level of clockwork precision – everything timed to the exact second, with no margin of error whatsoever. All I can say is it made our lives very easy, and if anyone reading is thinking of booking us for a future event, if they can be even half as detailed and organised as that couple then we will be very satisfied musicians indeed.
All Roads Lead To Leeds (But None Lead Out Again)
The following day I had a reasonably early start, as I needed to make the journey from Manchester to the outskirts of Leeds to perform another Jelly Roll gig, this one for a 40th birthday party. It is always crucially important to leave extra contingency time when travelling to gigs, because unless there are some sort of exceptional circumstances there is absolutely no excuse for being late. In this case we were due to start playing at 12:15, so I departed just after 9 o’clock. My sat-nav’s ETA was 10:30, and I felt satisfied that even if I hit a bit of traffic I should still have a leisurely 90 minutes to set up and relax once I got to the venue.
Do you want to know my actual arrival time? 1:30. I’ll say that again: When I left, my ETA was 10:30. I actually arrived at 1:30. 3 hours later than planned.
And actually most of the journey went very smoothly – it was only when I tried to get through Leeds that things went pear-shaped. Because what nobody had considered (including those planning the party) was that it was the same day as Leeds Marathon, and therefore it was absolutely impossible to get through the city. There was no warning of this on the roads leading up to it, so it was only when it was too late that I realised the problem. And from that point on it felt like I was in some kind of horror film, where every single road I tried to take to get me out of the city led to a dead end. There were diversion signs everywhere but none of them seemed to make any sense or point anywhere useful. To give you an idea of the prevailing chaos, at 11:30 my sat-nav claimed I was 9 minutes from the venue, and tried to lead me down a country lane that would cut through away from the main roads. But I soon discovered this lane was completely blocked with cars, to the point where we each had to reverse back out again and seek yet another alternative route!
Much as I hate to be late for anything (especially a professional engagement), there really wasn’t anything to be done except keep going and hope to get there eventually. So it wasn’t as stressful a journey as you might think, however it wasn’t half tiring sitting in the car for 4 hours straight when you’d only planned for 1.5. I did eventually reach the golf club though, with a cry of ‘Hallelujah!’, and even though we had to start the gig late it still went well in the end. And actually, we weren’t the only ones to be caught in the traffic – many of the guests were running several hours late on account of the marathon, with people still rolling in as late as 4 o’clock and some even having to turn back and go home. All things considered, we were lucky to get there at all, and ultimately the client really appreciated our perseverance and the positive atmosphere we brought to a party that hadn’t quite gone according to plan!
As I said to our banjo player when I arrived, it’s a testament to how much we enjoy these gigs that we’re still happy to keep going even under such difficult circumstances. If it were any other job I would have handed in my notice the following day, but in this case the enjoyment of playing the gig still managed to outweigh the trauma of getting to it.
Wakey Wakey
Our next jazzy excursion saw us performing at a wake on 20th. Regular readers of this blog will recall that I’ve had a few funeral gigs in recent months and may expect this one to be in a similar vein, however there is a distinct difference between playing at the funeral ceremony and playing at the following wake. The atmosphere of the wake is of course usually less solemn and formal, and therefore feels less intimidating and awkward for a performer. In this case we were playing background music, so if anything we helped lighten the mood and bring an element of cheer to the family get-together.
There were a few interesting quirks to this particular occasion as well, which helped keep us entertained as we kept the guests entertained. For one thing, we were joined by a guest spoons player as one of the mourners came up to join us for an impromptu solo. There was also a disembodied pair of legs, fully clothed and sitting cross-legged on a chair in the corner throughout proceedings. It was only when we were about to leave that I noticed these out of the corner of my eye, and did one heck of a double take!
I’m relieved to say that travel was a lot easier than the previous gig as well. This performance was actually in Manchester, and therefore I didn’t even have to drive – I could just hop on the tram and let it do all the work! Ah, the joys of a local gig!
Bath Time
The Royal Bath & West Show is quite a thing. It’s one of the biggest agricultural shows in the country, spanning a whopping 3 days at the end of May, and featuring everything you could possibly imagine related to farming (plus quite a few things that aren’t). It’s got food stalls, it’s got a music tent, it’s got a craft marquee, an art gallery, a tractor shop, dancing sheep demonstrations, a petting zoo, a miniature railway, a bandstand, a poultry marquee, wood carving, wassailing, traction engines, classic cars, a carousel… Oh, and most importantly, it’s got The Jelly Roll Jazz Band!
We always feel like we’re coming home when we arrive at the showground for our annual stint at the Bath Show. We first played there back in 2018, and have been back every year since (except the aborted 2020 show). We’re usually there for 2 or 3 days depending on our other commitments, and bring tents so we can camp overnight between times. It’s always great fun, and we enjoy seeing the many exhibits and demonstrations as much as we enjoy the actual playing.
This year we were booked to play over 30th and 31st May, as we had to head off elsewhere once June came knocking (stay tuned for next month’s Gig Review for more on that). Our basic job is to do 3 hours of playing over the course of each day, but other than that it’s up to us how we arrange it. Usually we divide it between walkaround sets (where we wander all over the showground entertaining the general crowds and the stallholders) and cider tent sets (where we join our friends in the cider marquee and entertain them in return for a tipple or two). On a nice sunny day such as we were lucky to get this year, there’s really nothing finer.
I had a special little experiment up my sleeve this year as well – or should I say, it was ‘under my hat’! You see, I’ve long thought it would be fun and innovative to try recording a live walkaround album from one of our agricultural show weekends. It’d be great to capture the atmosphere of these events as well as giving a showcase for all the great playing we do which people only ever hear snapshots of at the time. But how to go about it? After all, we need to be completely mobile and can’t have a crew of sound engineers following us round with microphones on sticks.
My solution – which I experimented with at this year’s Bath Show – is to utilise the power of portable digital recorders such as those made by Zoom. These have the option of plugging in an external microphone, and therefore it occurred to me that each musician could have one of those in their pocket, with a microphone attached to their instrument. Then afterwards, I could edit together the three recordings to get the sound of the complete band. And as one more detail, I thought it would be nice to have a general microphone to pick up the overall ambience of the show, which could be concealed under a reasonably-sized hat.
It sounds absurd I know, but actually my initial investigations at the Bath Show proved very promising! I was especially pleased with the sound I got from the hat mic, which picked up a surprisingly clear overview of the music despite just being a microphone stuck on top of my head! If you don’t believe me, have a listen to this little clip, which I’d say sounds pretty darn good for what it is:
Stay tuned for more on this ridiculous project, as I’m hoping to bring it to completion in July by recording a full album at the Royal Lancashire Show!
One more thing I’d like to tell you about is my new sunglasses! This is another one of the perks you sometimes get from doing these shows, when stallholders offer you some free merchandise for playing a few songs outside their shop. In this case, we were walking past a stall selling some very nice sunglasses and one of the owners came out and asked, “How many pairs of ‘sunnies’ would we have to give you to play outside our stall?” Naturally we asked for a pair each, and that’s how I came to own these bad boys:
Not bad, wouldn’t you agree? I can also confirm from my own researches that they are polarising (in terms of their effect on light, not the opinions of onlookers). Of course, you may be wondering what tunes we played in order to earn these beauties? Well obviously, we did “Bring Me Sunglasses”, “You Are My Sunglasses” and “On the Sunglasses Side of the Street”!
What blog post would be complete without a mention of Bolton’s leading (and only) Dixieland jazz band, The Dixie Beats? Not this one, I tell you! (Incidentally, it’s one of my life’s ambitions to form a second Bolton-based band and refer to it as ‘Bolton’s following Dixieland jazz band’. I would then book it into all the same venues as The Dixie Beats, but in each case exactly one week after they’d played.)
This month’s outing for The Dixies took us to Leeds Jazz Club once again, on 14th. We played there a couple of times last year but this was our first appearance of 2024. In fact I remember sharing a video at the time from one of last year’s performances but it hasn’t had many views so I’ll post it here again. And I will keep posting it until you all take notice!!!
There are several things I like in particular about this jazz club. For a start, they have a proper stage so it feels like a real performance (and I can look down on the audience which gives me a feeling of superiority). They usually get a few swing dancers coming along, who delight us all with their Charlestons and their Black Bottoms (it’s a dance – look it up) all night long. There’s a McDonald’s just across the road, where I and some of the other band members habitually pick up a now-traditional post-performance snack. And best of all, there’s a superb selection of signs around the venue, of the type you only really find in northern working-men’s clubs:
Our performance was great, as always. That’s because we’re a really good band. I seem to recall the hall wasn’t quite as full as we would have liked, however the audience was appreciative and all present had a jolly old time of it. The only thing that marred the evening was my pre-show trip to Subway, where I tried out one of their Saver Subs and was disappointed to discover how little food it actually contains. :’ (
Now, by this point you may have got the impression that I spent the entirety of May just playing jazz, Jazz and yet more JAZZ! And while you could be forgiven for such ponderings, you would be entirely wrong. For I did a wedding in Northwich on 27th where I played all sorts of cool trendy songs like:
- Titanium (David Guetta)
- A Thousand Years (Christina Perry)
- Rule the World (Take That)
- Viva La Vida (Coldplay)
This was a saxomophone job, and I was to be playing with my trusty (ish) backing tracks in a big marquee while people milled around before taking their seats for the meal. At least, that’s what I thought – there seemed to be some confusion when I arrived at the venue. I tried speaking to someone who looked like they knew what was going on (a catering manager or wedding planner or something) and he was convinced I should be playing from 7 till 8, whereas I’d been told 6 till 7. He consulted his sheet, which wasn’t much help as it told him I started at 6:30. So I went and chatted to the bride, who I thought was the person that had booked me but it turns out wasn’t (and I still don’t know who did). She at least confirmed the plan though – at 6 o’clock I was to play one song out on the terrace where people were enjoying the drinks reception, and as I was playing I should lead everyone through to the marquee. I then tried to explain this to the catering manager or wedding planner or something, which took an inordinately long time for such a simple concept, and he still seemed rather perplexed. In the end he just said, “Well if that’s what they’ve asked for, that’s what they’re getting,” and went off in a huff, leaving me to it! Which didn’t fill me with a huge amount of confidence. Then as I continued to set up, the evening’s DJ arrived and asked me what he was meant to be doing – dare I say that in this particular setup, the right hand perhaps wasn’t as aware as it should have been of what the left was doing!
All of this confusion did worry me a little, to the point where I double-checked my emails to make sure I hadn’t got the plan wrong. A small part of me even worried that I’d turned up to the wrong wedding – believe it or not, it wouldn’t have been the first time! I had that happen at a Jelly Roll gig a couple of years ago, on a large country estate that was holding two weddings simultaneously.
But no, all was in fact well. At 6 I went out on to the terrace and – admittedly feeling mildly self-conscious – broke into a belting rendition of The Scissor Sisters’ ‘I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’’, which I used to process the wedding party into the marquee. From there it all ran perfectly smoothly, and I managed to play my set without incident. A kind gentleman even bought me a lemonade at one point to keep me fresh! Thanks kind gentleman!
All of which brings me to the end of the May 2024 gig review! See you next month for more retrospective fun.
Gig of the Month
The Royal Bath & West Show is always a highlight of my calendar, and this year was no exception. The free sunglasses were the cherry on top of an already well-iced cake!
What We’ve Learned
Never never NEVER go anywhere near Leeds when the marathon is on. In fact, while trying to get through it for that Jelly Roll gig I did find myself wondering, “Would it be possible for me never to come to Leeds ever again…?” That is, until I remembered I’d have to be there 2 days later with the Dixie Beats!