Oren Marshall - Tuba |
Seb Rochford - Drums |
Shabaka Hutchings - Tenor Saxophone |
Luckily Oren Marshall's Tuba is pinned upon a tripod support because his presence seemed to roam throughout hall. It is indeed fortunate that the huge instrument is shackled as his mesmeric hip action flows right down to his feet. He resembles a keep fit Lovely, marching on the spot but never moving, and yes I think this could be the next Keep Fit craze. The Tumba could rival the mighty Zumba.
It goes without saying that Seb Rochford follicly catches the eye but it was the skipping dancing Shabaka Hutchings that grabbed the crowd's attention. After Oren Marshall's swelling chuckle on the second tune it was Hutchings who musically danced around him, sending out shafts of sunlight from his clarinet. These hollow rays burst into a swarm of fire flies that ultimately dispersed amongst the enthusiastic crowd. We were entranced equally by the range of the Tuba in Marshall's hands. He started the subsequent tune with a cloying rumble as if the Jaberwocky itself were waking from its slumber and then he slipped us into the wandering Yorkshire Dales where our sodden boots stuck in its rich earth.
Tom Skinner - Drums |
Before the standing ovation we had one last chance to see Oren Marshall fire a volley of shots with his swivelling Tuba at Shabaka Hutchings while his buttocks clenched and unclenched in time with the latter's slithering melodies.
I met the aforementioned Jamie Skey on my way out and he looked a different man. He had been revived and was animatedly full of energy for more London Jazz Festival outings. For me it was the end, the perfect way to go out on a high.
AL.
Great stuff. I thought the Sons were sensational, I've seen them several times and this was the best gig
ReplyDeleteYes Steve, I thought they were magical too. See you soon I hope
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