Boy did I have a good evening last Saturday. I wrote about it at the time, then, with onset of thirtysomething senility, promptly never posted it, and forgot all about it.

The subsequent week has proved to be busier than an entire hive of bees on speed, with a deadline to meet. Consequently, I've not posted anything for a few days. If it's any consolation, I have a few articles in the pipeline.

So, anyway, last Saturday, I went to Dazzle Jazz, to see Charles Gatschet play. His special guest was alto saxophonist, Bobby Watson.

I went alone, but bumped into a number of fellow broadcasters over the course of the evening.

As I got in for free (being a KUVO on-air host), I was seated in what I suspect is known as The Freeloader Booth. It's position, at the side of the stage, affords its occupants a first-class view of the left-hand sides of those performing. Still, when one gets in for free, one can't complain.

I was sharing the booth with Bobby Watson's girlfriend, and after a while, by some friends from the station.

Before the show started, I chatted with Charles, as we'd met previously in 's live performance . We caught up, and as a result, he might become a new website client of mine. Here's hoping.

The band were amazing. I say that, having seen a lot of live jazz in the past few years, yet still they were amongst the best. Local lads Eric Gunnison (piano), Mark Simon (bass) and Paul Romaine (drums) ably assisted.

Originally, I was going to just watch the 7.30pm show, and then leave. In the end, between the great jazz, and great Guinness (is there any other sort), I stayed for the second show, and didn't leave until nearly 1am. For the second show, I was sat front and centre, about three feet from the stage and consumed my own body-weight in strong coffee.

There were moments, mainly when Bobby was really, "going for it", that I actually found myself thinking, "Damn, I wish I could do that!". That's something that doesn't happen often.

When I say, "Going for it", what I mean is, blowing that Alto-sax like his life depended upon it, and gyrating whilst he blew, in a fashion I can only describe as Crazy Person Gettin' His Groove On.

Afterwards, I met a few KUVO listeners, and actually got recognised (as soon they heard my voice). It was nice, and they were all very sweet. Plenty of handshaking and grinning practice, for when I run for Congress.