The Life of Pie
Following a successful day at a Wedding Fair in February at the Bedford Hotel in Tavistock, the Desperates have agreed to play for their lunch on the first Sunday of the month, for the next few months.
Today was the first - and we were greeted at the front door by the sight of a smart sign advertising the event. Just like a proper band!
So for a jazz lunch, does the chef make it up as he goes along? What scales does he use?
The light and airy venue |
We had access to a room to store our cases and coats... |
...so we had a nice tidy stage |
Our audience...
As things turned out, we were a bit premature with our set. Over-excited... The early tunes were well received, but only by a handful of diners - and by the time it came to the end of our first set, the restaurant had filled up. Bravely and steadfastly, we elected to plough on without a break. They'd come for a jazz lunch and, by jingo, they were going to get it.
The hotel seemed to be happy and we were offered free soft drinks. Strangely, most of the band seemed to prefer slightly stronger stuff. But this time, the accompaniment was not the usual crisps from the Royal Oak, but the chance to finish off the chef's roasted compositions.
Living the dream....
Cheers! |
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