This afternoon, I went down to the radio station to hear a live session.

Despite my friend and DJ there, Susan, calling me about 304 times in the past two weeks, to remind me of the gig, I still managed to forget what time it was starting.

At 2pm, as I was hugging the freaked out dogs (see previous article), I called the station back to double check that it was a 4pm kick-off for the live performance. It wasn't. It was a 2pm kick-off.

So I jumped into the truck, wearing my oh-so-very-attractive rain hat, and barrelled up Logan, to the station. I listened to the first half of the performance whilst I drove.

I got to the station, at the halfway point of the session, and quietly slid into the seats, where a small audience had gathered.

The Players
The featured artist was Charles Gatschet on guitar. His new album, is called Reflections. He's the brother of Susan, DJ previously mentioned. No family connections were needed for this man to get the gig, however, because his music, in both composition and performance, does all the talking for him.

He was accompanied by:

Eric Gunnison on piano
Mark Simon on bass
Paul Romaine on drums

The Playlist
As I said, I managed not to be in the for the first half of the performance. I'll update with a full list, when I get it from Susan.

Whilst I was there, I heard them play:
Sorrisinhos (Little Smiles) - a beautiful, gentle piece with soft spanish vocals
A 16-bar Blues - Rockin' good stuff, with some fun drum breaks
Squeeze Me - a Duke Ellington number, steady, smooth, almost like an after-dinner mint in jazz form.
A Be-Bop number - the name of which I didn't catch, but it took us briskly into the news!

Much as I'm not a big fan of jazz guitar, preferring the trumpet of Miles Davis, the pianos of Thelonious Monk, and Red Garland, and the bass skills of Charlie Mingues, Charles Gatschet may have converted me to the jazz guitar cause. After seeing him, sat there, effortlessly pouring out such beautiful and well-written music, it's hard not to be impressed.

The rest of the players, all well-known local musicians in their own right, gelled with Gatschet, as if they'd been playing together for years. He only had to give the slightest nod in one direction or another, for them to know what he wanted next, or who was to do a solo next.

OK, so this has been a less than complete article. Truth is, I've been sitting on it for two days, trying to find out the full, and detailed, playlist. So before this article goes past it's read-by date, I'll go to press.