The African Jazz club (in Rhodesia)
In one of those rare but wonderful evenings, several of us ‘tripped the light fantastic’ with some very nice ladies in Salisbury / Harare. We found ourselves in a first rate club where an African band was laying down some pretty decent jazz.
Everybody seemed up tight for some reason. My friends couldn’t figure out what the problem was but I did. They thought we were cops.
I approached the manager who said, “We are doing nothing wrong here.”
I told him bluntly, “Check this out brother, I’m from Hollywood California, these are my friends and all we want is to hear some good music and have some drinks, know what I mean?”
“You’re not the police?”
I had to reply, “No baby…” (apologies to Odd Job)
He spread his arms wide and said “Welcome!”
We ended up with a round of drinks in front of us and the band at our table. They were first rate players and we swapped lies like players do all over the world. The ladies had a ball and it was a great night for all of us.
Talbot
In one of those rare but wonderful evenings, several of us ‘tripped the light fantastic’ with some very nice ladies in Salisbury / Harare. We found ourselves in a first rate club where an African band was laying down some pretty decent jazz.
Everybody seemed up tight for some reason. My friends couldn’t figure out what the problem was but I did. They thought we were cops.
I approached the manager who said, “We are doing nothing wrong here.”
I told him bluntly, “Check this out brother, I’m from Hollywood California, these are my friends and all we want is to hear some good music and have some drinks, know what I mean?”
“You’re not the police?”
I had to reply, “No baby…” (apologies to Odd Job)
He spread his arms wide and said “Welcome!”
We ended up with a round of drinks in front of us and the band at our table. They were first rate players and we swapped lies like players do all over the world. The ladies had a ball and it was a great night for all of us.
Talbot
