The first band were doing their first ever gig. But all three were very experienced musicians and two of them were people I had known for years.
I realised the lounge room had become quiet, like a courtroom waiting for a verdict. As the questions continued the crowd in the room began to swell.
Two more writers have been added to each of our final shows for 2024.
The song, like him, is drenched in space. The unhurried chords set the scene perfectly. Space.
It was, yes, a Jim fanatic who led me to visit the grave. We had parted ways in volatile fashion before my trip. He’d expressed a lifelong desire to visit Jim’s grave. I wasn’t sure whether a casual photo of it would be a peace offering, or a taunt. I was, truth be told, quite fine either way.
I’d never seen the Eagles play at the G and my pulse was racing.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Every summer he drove across the country in a clapped-out vehicle to see us kids, but he always went back. Back to where he had a stool at the bar and a nickname he loved: the Professor.
The odometer on our Wordpress dashboard quietly ticked over to 800 stories last week.
Tickets are now available for our show at Tempo Rubato in Brunswick on Saturday evening 30 November.