As far as I know, none our ensemble has ever voted for the C-word. But, highly principled as we are, we accept a gig at the frankly dubiously titled ‘C’ Club in Charlton. Sluts? Youbetcha! I mean we play the blues (ouch!) and we do Blue Moon of Kentucky. How bad could it be?
Setting up in the bar there’s not a cravat or hooray henry in sight and lurching into our first number there’s just a ripple of applause — no ‘bravos’ or ‘top notch chaps’ to be heard. Mind you by the end of our second set the bar seemed fuller, there were tapping feet to be seen and one lady was actually having a bit of a bop. Was the ‘C’ Club falling under the spell of the ‘Dawsons? Or was it simply that they’d been at it since midday and now, by 4.30pm, the sherbets were hitting their mark?
Easing into our third set the cavalry arrived in the form of Nine Below Zero’s Dennis Greaves (and entourage), swiftly followed by Glenn Tilbrook (with young son in tow). With our 6pm end in sight both were quickly given guitars and we launched into various supergroup line-ups as Dennis and Glenn traded their proverbial, and frankly world class, licks and tonsils. Time up we finished with the Monkees’ I’m a Believer with Glenn – and most of the bar — on vocals though he nearly passed out with vocal effort as we — that’s me, actually — struggled to remember the ending. Sometimes we honestly can’t stop. The house was truly brought down.
And after a bit of charity-induced bribery, Glenn was persuaded to carry on giving the by-now packed bar a whiz through Squeeze’s greatest hits in his one-man voice-and-orchestra style. It’s quite something to witness. Okay, it wasn’t quite on the scale of Live Aid, of course, but for an impromptu, unadvertised gig on a grey May afternoon in Charlton, it’ll do nicely thank you.
We’re back — with or without our famous friends – on Sunday 8th June at 3pm.
Dave Burrluck
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