Just thought you'd like to know that the gig at the Garage
on the 21st of December is
****** THE LAST JAZZ BUTCHER SHOW EVER ******
And then, the JBC will be no more than a figment of our diseased
imagination (we believe in collective, partial solipsism, us).
Oh, one more thing. McGee has asked for a valedictory Greatest
Hits (sic) package, summarising the Creation years, and a track
listing is currently under consideration.
Any suggestions from you lot would be gratefully ridiculed
(we're looking at around twenty tracks, I believe).
See you at the Garage,
Gabriel Turner
Sitting as I am in an "Internet Cafe", there's not a lot of time
and I'm not really composed enough to offer a detailed description
of events. However, I will say that it was a rocking show.
Set List: First off, Stranger Tractors. Loads of S/T songs, none of
which I'd never heard before because I've never seen them play.
Good band, actually. Pat looked cool on drums.
Then teeny tiny micro-mini set of Pat'n'Max. Three songs: Partytime,
Drink (Max on vocals) and Girls who keep goldfish.
At this point, I crossed the thin line between sobriety and sheer
intoxication [a line crossed some hours before by other members of the
jbc-list by the looks of things] [and for which I owe Joe some beer if
he ever wants to claim]. Fortunately, I managed to snarf the set list
so I can tell you what they played: ODR [no idea], Mr Odd,
Bakersfield, Our Friends the Filth, Old Snakey, Harlan, She's a yoyo,
Scarlett, She's on Drugs, Sister Death.
Applause, disappearing band, more applause, reappearing band, encore:
Take the skinheads bowling, Angels.
Angels was a stormer: everyone who has ever played guitar for the JBC
on stage strumming away like they were going out of fashion (whoops,
which they are). so much so that they omitted the listed second
encore: Caroline Wheeler. Good job too, actually. No fitter ending
than Angels, IMHO.
Pat has a copy of the show, which (when I get to send him a tape and
some stamps) he'll duplicate on to me and David. Copies can no doubt
filter out from these.
Took loads of photies. Enjoyed myself. Did not cry. Web site in memoriam
when film is developed and I get somewhere other than this stinking caff
to sit.
Baubles,
Ed Carter
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