Pictures (l to r) Bill Smith, John Meehan, Chris Marney
JAZZ FOR ALL TASTES AT WALMLEY
As an example of what a modern-day jazz band should be, catering for
traditional New Orleans tastes while recognising wider horizons, there can
be few better equipped to deliver a suitable programme than
Savannah.
More than a hundred of us gave the stylish Walmley Club an appreciative
ambiance at Sutton Coldfield Trad Jazz Club's regular Wednesday night gig
as Savannah emphasised that good music, like an old soldier, never dies.
Led by drummer John Meehan and fronted wittily and enthusiastically by
highly-talented trumpeter Bill Smith, Savannah gave us a night of musical
excellence ranging from sauntering, sometimes romantic, blues to upbeat
riffs to raise the roof.
We had
Am I Blue and
I Wanna Little Girl, we had
Tie Me to Your Apron
Strings, Go to New Orleans and Joe King Oliver classic
Sweet Like This,
all nice and smoochy for the dancers but we also had
High Society and many
other upbeat numbers with appropriate solos.
Stand-out offerings for this particular onlooker included Bill Smith's
muted trumpet on
Sweet Like This, Matt Palmer's alto on
Go to New Orleans
and his clarinet magic on
High Society along with Brian 'Sam' Ellis's
trombone throughout. Matt was standing in for regular reeds man Roger Myerscough who was indisposed.
What struck me more than ever before was just how 'together' Savannah are
with their collective ensemble work. They've been there, done it for so
many years at all manner of gigs and festivals in the UK and abroad that
to this (musically iliterate) jazz fan they seem to have mastered their
team work to perfection, or near.
In the engine room John's drumming, Chris Marney's banjo and Tony
Pollitt's bass keep the rhythm going so nicely that you can take it for
granted. Now, after all that praise, I've left one of the best bits until
last.
Not content with his trumpetry and his vocals and his announcing, Bill can
casually produce a harmonica (mouth organ I used to call it in the back
street of Brum)hold it against the microphone in cupped fingers and
produce sounds to tingle the spine.
Nothing Blues and
My Babe were given the treatment last night, the latter made famous by one of the few harmonica maestros over the years, Little Walter (a colourful character who, apparently died an early and violent death having turned the humble 'mouth organ' into an instrument of musical magic).
Now Savannah are heading off for a Saga jazz cruise on the River Rhine.
Wish I were going with them.
Pictures (l to r) Savannah Jazz Band, Brian'Sam'Ellis