Groovy Music

Trad Jazz was favorite when I was a youth

Groovy music with cute girls that sang

Stomped my feet with a beer glass in hand

Ottilie Paterson in Chris Barber's band

At first the venue was on top floor of pub

Crowded right out to enhance the feel

So popular was this Friday gig

They had to move to hall that was really big

I didn't drive at that time, that came later

Me and mate got lift in old Ford van

Dropped us both off after a nine mile trip

Getting home to have a long drunken kip

I survived the booze and the drunken ride

I bought Barber's records now long gone

Grown up and have normal life style

But still dream of my wild youth once in a while

Image found at https://www.chrisbarber.net/band-1957-1957.htm

Groovy music 1956

Trad Jazz was my favorite when was a youth
Groovy music with cute girls that sang
Stomped my feet with a beer glass in hand
Ottilie Paterson in Chris Barber's band

At first the venue was on top floor of pub
Crowded right out to enhance the feel
So popular was the Friday gig
They had to move to hall that was really big

I didn't drive at that time, that came later
Me and mate got lift in old Ford van
Dropped us both off after a nine mile trip
Getting home to have a long drunken kip

I survived the booze and the drunken ride
I bought Barber's records now long gone
Grown up and have normal life style
But still dream of my wild youth once in a while

Image found at https://www.chrisbarber.net/band-1957-1957.htm

That August night

Oh I remember that August night
Jazz club was raging
Us two dancing
With me touching
And holding you close so very tight

Your eyes and your hands never left mine
We swung to the beat
Despite the heat
Still on our feet
The sweet smile on your face was sublime

Walked home after our very first date
Moon lighting the way
Watched your hips sway
Was a great day
Knew from the first you'd be my best mate

I wake now from my afternoon nap
And cry myself hoarse
Dreaming of course
Years from the source
You've died and left me in life's sad trap

How well I recall that summer night
Jazz club was swinging
We were singing
Then were kissing
Holding each other so very tight

Image found at https://rbkclocalstudies.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/jb-at-the-jazz-club/

Note. The last verse shows that his memory is not quite the same as it was in first verse. Such is the penalty of getting old and forgetful, so he could be very much like me! I did invite my wife when we first met to the Jazz club I attended; as she sang in a light opera group she looked horrified and said "No thanks", but I did see her perform in Iolanthe and other classical performances!

At the Jazz Club

Friday night at the Jazz Club
Beat resounding foot stomping, cheering
You're sitting on a bar stool drinking

I see your cute face eyes half smiling
Challenging me to sing my love song
Leaning on the upright piano

The rhythms of my heart betray me
Pounding like a wild kettle drum
To some long past ragtime melody

Root problem was I didn't sing that well
After the song she says "That's unusual"
She then whispers "Back to my place then?"

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At the trad jazz club

A drink in my hand
A crowded floor that Friday night
The band was loud and so were we
Free from work to do as we pleased
People jostled laughing out loud
Across the room I saw her there
Short dark hair and her eyes so bright
At the trad jazz club

The band was so loud                                

The dancers twirled their way around      

As I now glanced around the room            

She cocked her head looking at me         

I made my way across to her                   

She lowered her eyes a small grin           

Her friend nudged her without a sound 

At the trad jazz club                               

She got to her feet                                 

She was tiny about five foot none          

On the packed floor her hands were warm

We twisted and turned to the beat   

Up until they played “Petite Fleur” 

Then she placed her head on my chest 

Holding her close we were as one          

At the trad jazz club     

As if in a dream                               

I didn’t want to let her go  

This little flower that bloomed for me 

Took her back to her seat and friend 

But never saw her there again

So many years have passed me by 

I think of how I loved her so

At the trad jazz club   

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