July 26th
How’s your Freedom been working out for ya? Do you feel full of a boundless love for all of unmasked viral-shedding sweaty humanity, or do you still feel as empty as an Olympic stadium on opening night, each firework tracing a line of tears across your poor cold heart? Level yourself up at JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEES MOUTH and realign your chakras till they’re positively humming by bathing those poor lil guys in the interstellar vibrations streaming forth in arcs of righteous fyah from the ascended masters Luke “Turiya” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “Satchidananda” Thomas (drms) plus special guest George “Il Leopardi” Trebar (bass) keeping things on the regular…. If all the heady optimism of last Monday seem to have melted away, like Crypto gains at the first breath of summer, don’t hide at home like poor lil Dommy Cummings as he lies alone in the dark weeping hot tears of bitter frustration and gnawing on the covers, while Boris floats effortlessly aloft like a gaudy balloon filled with Nigel Farage’s rank gaseous farts, don’t turn your back on love, Sailor Ripley, grab yer axe off the shelf and come and join in the fun - recently arrived boat people welcome.
July 19th
Has Freedom Day left you feeling deflated? Maybe you’ve tried: deleted the app, set fire to your blood- and mucus-encrusted mask, hoofed a load of gak and lager top and stuck a firework up your bum - yet still somehow you don’t feel really, truly, taking-back-control free? Banish your entirely understandable chagrin by squaring your shoulders and pinging your way down to JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH as it arises phoenix-like from the smouldering ashes of whatever used to pass for normality, and prepare to set sail once again on the seas of hot licks and good grooves with the steady hand of Cap’n Jack Rowan at the helm, as the mysterious sylphs and naiads of the Bees’ Team return to hover, shimmering gently at a higher vibrational level, deep within the scented shadows of the well-stocked bar, ready with libations of the finest liquors known to humanity… marvel afresh at the undimmed radiance bursting forth in great arcs of glittering sonic glory from man like Luke “Ivermectin” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “Hydroxychloroquine” Thomas (drms) as they cook up a heady brew of swing-to-bop-to-blues-to-whatever, with me gamely tagging along on bass and a host of special guests joining in to do their thing….Look, it’s been mental, hasn’t it? Should we be doing this? I don’t know. If you don’t feel safe to come then that’s fine. But if you fancy diving back in, then grab yer axe off the shelf, dust off your glad rags, get on the good foot, wear a mask to show you care, come and try to set the night on fire*.