Nov 28
Has your glorious tide of crypto abundance somehow dried to a lamentable trickle of digital disappointment? Are your dreams of Effective Altruism crumbling into dust? What of your plans to colonise Mars, create a free speech utopia, conquer Death, breed an unstoppable master race of transplendent sexy humanoids? Buck up, buster, it’s only hubris burning, give yerself a good shake and get along to JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH to welcome the triumphant return of man like Luke “Huitzilopochtli” Rattenbury (gtr) from the very peaks of Darien where stout Cortez and his men looked at each other and the Pacific with wild surmise, aided and abetted by Loz ‘Chac Mool” Thomas (drms) and me on the ol doghouse as we reconvene to fashion, between us, an elastic but fascinating rhizomatic network of cool grooves and hot licks for you to figuratively recline back into, shedding your worries, driving cruel care away, smoothing out the wrinkles from your troubled brow, putting the spring back into your step and realigning your nodes ready for the coming trouble that you can feel brewing ominously away in the darkest reaches of the grey horizon.. never mind that shit, get along to where there’ll be music and laughter, love and romance, Abdul the gesticulating maniac, K-Lo on his saxophone (don’t be fooled by the rocks that he got), the Bee’s Team and their quality hooch, the spinning head of destiny under the well-stocked bar, and all the regular vibes.. outside the pavements may be thronged with the pallid creatures of the night and the associated badmashes, fakers, jokers n hustlers, but inside it’ll be a horse of a different colour, so grab yer axe of the shelf and come and join us, if not now, then when?
Nov 21
As the rain lashes down and the sewage washes out into the sea, where will you find your refuge? The marketplace of ideas? The beautiful game? Truth? Beauty? IACGMOOH? Abandon these smoking ruins and get your bad self along to JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH where we can guarantee a haven free of sports-infused medieval religious intolerance, bigoted online bloviators, self-obsessed tech-bro maniacs, Andrew Tate, polyamourous crypto fraudsters, unelected PMs who sound like the nerdy bloke from Inbetweeners, and other plagues upon whatever passes for modernity these days, and instead proffer an enriching torrent of hot swinging blues-to-bop-to-whatevs courtesy of man like Loz “The Gangster Of Love” Thomas (drms) and special guest Al “Crazy Legs” Scott on the keys, assisted to some extent by me on the ol doghouse, plus wherever esteemed guests choose to bless us with their contributions, while the peerless ascended beings of the Bee’s team manifest themselves in the scented shadows behind the well-stocked bar, the nameless creatures of the night disport themselves in the slippery pavements outside, the planets look down unwinkingly upon you and me and us and all our striving and foolishness, the world turns, the plates shift, shit goes down and who’s to stop it? Don’t get mad, get even, get on the good foot, don’t turn your back on love, come join us, it’ll be very.
Nov 14
Get ready and brace brace brace cos here it comes… autumn pretending it isn’t by making with the high temperatures, butterflies etc but no-one’s buying it cos behind each balmy zephyr you can feel the deadly freeze of winter’s withering gorgon breath with Jezza C Hunt’s mad staring eyes glowering at you from the bitter darkness.. let JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH step up like the calming voice of a solid friend in the midst of a manic house party you weren’t sure you wanted to go to and now aren’t sure you can leave, gently leading you to the kitchen door and through the previously undiscovered side gate to the crepuscular suburban hush of the street outside and the sweet taste of freedom.. as the shellshocked nation shuffles up the aisle led by Rishi ‘Who, Me?” Sunak with all the bland shallow assurance of a flight attendant on an oversubscribed flight to some European stag-night hell-hole, meekly takes its seat and buckles up for the rough ride, you can rest assured that music and laughter will continue to flow unabated from the likes of man like Loz “Original Don Gorgon” Thomas (drms) and special guest Jason “Hound-Dog” Henson (gtr) as they lay out some prime cuts of swing-to-blues-to-bop-to-whatever to sooth your troubled mind and get you back on the good foot… any manner of esteemed special guests may grace us with their presence, the gang will all be there, we’ll be waiting, and really at this stage what’s to lose? Get along, get along, get along, time’s a-wastin…