The Ex
It's all mosh-pit at the Fleece.
Last night Moonface & I saw the Ex there, in a sold-out sweaty gig which really was the best I have seen for years. Imagine a line of seven blokes ranging from their late thirties to late fifties, consummate musicians, putting their souls into making jazz and punk come true. Nominally Dutch, the band includes an American, a Swede & a Sicilian trumpeter with a clit-tickler 'tache, and a generous pot belly, a pair of saxophonists whose spit sprayed into the spotlit air like lawn-sprinkers in summer, guitarists whose fire had never left them (were two of them father and son??) , and a wild trombonist it a '70s safari suit. I know that's more than seven, but I don't know the nationalities of the individual players. The drummer was a fine Dutch woman, who sang us an Hungarian folksong at some stage in the gig, presumably to allow the dancers (us included) to slow down.
I still haven't worked out what genre the band plays, but it's not relevant. We had a fantastic boogie evening, dancing and grooving. It's good to know people, as we (Moonface, to be honest) had a couple of festival friends and an ex-colleague come up to us to say "Hi". She wasn't that pleased that the ex-colleague told her that he'd spotted her silver hair across the venue. It's the penalty for being the greyest girl at the gig.
We walked most of the way home with Graham & Dave. It's the next day now, and we're shattered.
:o)
Last night Moonface & I saw the Ex there, in a sold-out sweaty gig which really was the best I have seen for years. Imagine a line of seven blokes ranging from their late thirties to late fifties, consummate musicians, putting their souls into making jazz and punk come true. Nominally Dutch, the band includes an American, a Swede & a Sicilian trumpeter with a clit-tickler 'tache, and a generous pot belly, a pair of saxophonists whose spit sprayed into the spotlit air like lawn-sprinkers in summer, guitarists whose fire had never left them (were two of them father and son??) , and a wild trombonist it a '70s safari suit. I know that's more than seven, but I don't know the nationalities of the individual players. The drummer was a fine Dutch woman, who sang us an Hungarian folksong at some stage in the gig, presumably to allow the dancers (us included) to slow down.
I still haven't worked out what genre the band plays, but it's not relevant. We had a fantastic boogie evening, dancing and grooving. It's good to know people, as we (Moonface, to be honest) had a couple of festival friends and an ex-colleague come up to us to say "Hi". She wasn't that pleased that the ex-colleague told her that he'd spotted her silver hair across the venue. It's the penalty for being the greyest girl at the gig.
We walked most of the way home with Graham & Dave. It's the next day now, and we're shattered.
:o)
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