Eight days a week, I love you/Eight days a week, Is not enough to show I care

Friday 14 December – well, OK I’m writing this on Monday, but please don’t shout at me because I started a three-day headache on Sunday and it’s peaking at the moment. Anyway, back to Friday, and we were in the Roman Bath not knowing quite what to expect from “The Jet Blacks”, who apparently play covers and guitar instrumentals from the ‘50s and ‘60s. There was a Terrance “Jet” Harris who played in The Shadows, and I later found out that their second single, released in 1959 under the name of The Drifters (they changed their name because of the US band) was “Jet Black”/”Drifting”, two guitar instrumentals. Oh, and Jet Harris formed a band called The Jet Blacks. Phew!

Somewhere I stumbled across some information about the lead guitarist playing a Gretsch guitar and being the owner of a B&B in York, but I’m blessed if I can find it again. Sorry. Anyway, they were extremely good, playing a selection of oldies but goodies; Shadows (Apache, F.B.I.), Monkees (I’m a Believer), early Beatles (Eight Days a Week), Buddy Holly, Jim Reeves... It’s surprising just how many I knew, but then I am 352 years old!

The evening was slightly marred by the itinerant Christmas revellers popping in, dancing, falling into a microphone stand, and being chucked out. But it seemed very good natured and the bouncer took it all in her stride. Yet another fine evening spent soaking (in the music) in the Bath.