July 18
Okay you sweaty hucksters, I see you, slowly drowning in the tides of kipple swarming around your puny endeavours, teeth gritted, monkey riding your back, in for the win, out for the lose… why not chill the f*k out and come hang at JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH given that your enterprise is already doomed and …. Wait …. You didn’t know? Well, the jig is truly up but don’t take it so hard, sport, come on down the hot echoing canyons of the crumbling streets, push the door open, in past the rotating head, the gangs all here… Luke “Palmer Eldritch” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “Ubik” Thomas (drms) will be playing hot sweet music like it’s the last night on earth, I’ll be assisting to some degree on the ol’ doghouse, Big Fruity may well drop by to bless us, Gesticulating Abdul and his posse will enliven proceedings from a safe distance, Cap’n Jack Rowan and his fearless buccaneers will be on hand to make with the quality hooch at your command, K-Lo may swing by to flash his new rocks, all the pallid creatures of the night will be driven from their noisome burrows by the heat, the heat, the heat… as we drift, mesmerised by the heat like eels glassy-eyed upon the glassy sargasso, towards a destiny we can see but are powerless to prevent… remember these days when it all falls down, store them up against the coming storm, come and join us and we’ll put things together.
July 11
Hey you! Tear your sun-dazzled gaze away from the awful spectacle of the Un-Beauty contest parading across our overloaded mediated consciousness, all those pleading faces and bleating voices of the utterly compromised Boris-enablers jockeying for position like the morally bankrupt bottom feeders that you always knew they were… F*ck that shit, here comes JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH where we’ve already narrowed the candidates down to Luke “Will Of The People” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “Due Democratic Process” Thomas (drms) as they set out their slate of higher levels of groove for all, heavy investment in hot licks, freedom of movement for positive vibes and a war on buzzkills, drags and bringdowns… I’ll be heading for the stump myself, dragging the ol doghouse, various welcome contenders may appear out of the hot stinking night, bearing their burnished arms, their burnished instruments of gleaming brass like the swords of conquering heroes, the echoing streets will be alive with the sounds of exciteable citizenry and their attendant demons, the peerless ascended masters of the Bee’s Team will be hovering in the scented shadows behind the well-stocked bar, the heat-dazed hills will be alive with the busy whirr of crickets, the moth will climb aloft on silent wings, bound on its timeless mission of inscrutable mystery, shit will get real, are you in? Remember that only a week ago Bozza was still unassailable, pulvus et umbris sumus, you rotten old fraud… times move fast so get with it.
Jul 4
The echoes of Love Supreme’s idiosyncratic mix nostalgia, futurity and optimistically priced fast food still reverberate around the sun-swept pastures, confusing the sheep, bewitching the gaping rustics as they go about their obscure rural business, causing the ruddy-faced local squirearchy to pause, pondering, upon the hunting field or trout beck… surely there cannot be MORE jazz still unplayed? Let JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH be the judge of that, buster, cos man like Luke “The Eternal Triangle” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “Goedels’ Theorem” Thomas (drms) are primed and ready to deliver another major slice of hot sweet swinging music for your delectation, supported by whatever I can muster on bass, with the ever-present possibility of Maxwell’s Demon propelling another array of superheated special guests in through the massless door to generate a sound constantly decreasing in entropy, beneath the radiant stars… will there be inebriated Hibernian comedians, despondent crypto bros, fugitive Ruthenians, feverish Republicans, anxious royalists, Tory Whip Uncle Monties (you terrible c*nts), hipsters as icy cool as Mick Lynch, squares buzzkills and bring-downs lining up to get back on the good foot, Big Fruity at the Drums Of Thunder, the good, the bad, the sane and the demented, the loveless and the lost, the well-intentioned and the dissolute, the strivers and working stiffs, the feckless and the brave and true? You better grab yer axe down off the shelf and get down or you’ll never know, get involved, step out, pump up the jam cos you’ll find out if you do that.