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. Two 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.