I don’t dance. It’s one of the few constants about me: I don’t, under any circumstances, dance. I went to see a band called ‘Groove 66′ at ‘The Nailers’ the other night.
Basing their sets on old soul numbers (can you think of a better place to base them…I can’t); tight and just the nice side of loud, it was a night to remember. Strong vocalists (Bezz has always had that effortless rapport with an audience…it’s called ‘the common touch’, I believe…or it might be that he’s just plain common, I don’t really know); driving rhythm section with a nice grunting bass (somewhat after my own style) and finally the brass…oh, the brass…because where would soul music be without it?
This outfit knew what they were doing…they even had an instrumental (Soul Finger) in reserve for when Bezz did his normal trick of ‘not being available’ at the beginning of the first set!
They turned ‘The Nailers’ (normally a bit of a barn) into something that reminded me of my youth. Indeed, I really felt my age when I realised I knew most of the lyrics, word for word, from the first time around.
And did I enjoy myself?
Let’s put it this way: I ALMOST found myself dancing.
Steve “The big Fozz” Foster.
