Sun slinking in slanting rays

November 19^th.

Sun slinking in slanting rays through smeared windows as the year swings to the solstice season so sing songs of soothing succour to assuage the sultry sun. That’s enough ‘s’s for now anyway.

It’s nice to be back in England now that November is here. I went to Florida to show the film ‘I got the blues’ made a fewb years back in Austin Texas and featuring Pinetop Perkins and Mick Jagger. Some of you may have viewed it on Sky Arts which despite the horror of the Murdoch Empire and all it stands for does air continuous music based programmes which are usually worth watching.

The film had not been aired in the US however so it was shown at the Orlando Fim Festival held in that Micky Mouse City. After a few days there John Peyton and myself (we made the film together) went to New York and it was then shown at The Maysles Brothers cinema in Harlem which is where I stayed while in NYC. It was great meeting the veteran director Albert Maysles and he is as perky as a fifty year old. Amazing that he shot the film on The Rolling Stones all those years back and it still looms large in the documentary world partly because of all the tragedy that surrounded it at Altamont.

After the screening I played a few songs and he filmed me in the process and that as a reciprocation to me filming him earlier in the day telling stories of when he first hooked up with The Rolling Stones (this in his office above the cinema).

It was novel for me to see NYC after such a long while. I visited Jann Wenner who publishes Rolling Stone and other magazines, and stayed in Harlem at the kind hospitality of Marcia Gay Harden who is an Oscar winning actress and the sister in law of John Peyton. I walked abouyt the famous Apollo Theatre (though there’s nothing interesting in a venue without a show) and ate in soul food cafes and rode the packed subway from downtown one rush hour. The night we arrived I appeared in Carla Rhodes’ amazing stage show, a mini musical, which sees her hold a one woman show for an hour and display her talents of writing material, ventriloquism, singing and telling jokes and stories. I hope she achieves recognition for her original talent.

Right now tis the season of obtainingn gigs and many an agent is scrabbling about to fill their books with dates for 2011, including me so any suggestions welcome!

Enjoy the solstice!!

Chris

SCHWEEDEEN

Charlie Hart and I arrived in Gothenburg to be met by the amiable Nikke Strom who has arranged this little trip around the west coast. We load our gear into his vintage Volvo and have to tie my suitcase onto the roof as he has brought all the amps and piano along with him. Thus squashed in we drive out of town towards the small island of Bjorko and as we approach the water the ferry is pulling in; great timing.

Straight away we are made welcome and eat some excellent shellfish washed down with beer to the accompaniment of teachers having a sing song. This place is used for conferences and they are on one.

The next day we meet the band and start to run through the tunes. They are all excellent players and have even listened to the music and Nikke has prepared song sheets so we are well prepared. That night we drive to the big city –Gothenburg- and have a good meal around the corner from Linnegarta which is where Nikke lives. Back on the island we run some more tunes the next day and then play for everyone in the evening. It’s all very cosy and friendly with locals and fishermen getting drunk and dancing and listening to the music. There are usually a few Englishmen in Sweden and if you ask why they are there they reply, ‘I married a Swedish girl’, no surprises there. At this gig there is a carpenter from Bradford who has his dad with him too, a veteran of the Blitz to boot. I ask the carpenter, a jolly thicj set chap whay he is here and he replies ‘I have three girlfriends’ all this with a broad Bradford grin.

In the Wednesday morning I went down to the quay and met a couple aboard a smart sailing boat about to leave. We chat and they had been at the show last night. I ask for a passage heading up the coast and they readily agree, so we tell Nikke who arranges to meet us in Nosund instead of Mollesund which is where the boat was headed.

The trip along the inland waters amongst the islands is quiet as the water is calm and the weather chilly but still. The motor purrs along as we pass the small islands and inlets which make up the jigsaw pattern of the west coast. Sometimes we pass through narrow channels into a larger harbour and some of these channels have been blasted through. Finally we sail up towards the village of Nosund where Nikke’s friend and onetime father in law is there to greet us. He owns the hotel on the front all quite charming with its balconies overlooking the sea. We drink and beer and Nikke comes to collect us as though it was well arranged beforehand.

We then drive off north to Orust-Slussens, another charming seaside resort which is waiting for the season to begin proper. There is a small stage overlooking the waters and room to eat and chat. We set up with the band and run through some tunes before retreating in readiness for the evening. Again there were not so many punters but the show ended with a rousing chuck berry jam and the audience all joining in and dancing too. The picture was taken there.

The bedroom overlooked the bay where seals popped their head above the still waters. In the morning I took a kayak out along the coast which was nice skimming across the water and exploring. It’s too early in the season for holidaymakers and the weather too chill, that’s one problem.

After that we head up to a couple of dance halls in Amal and then Arvika, but it seems that people have stayed indoors as though we are the Third Reich invading the town so best to draw the curtains and pretend it’s not happening. Shame as the band are sounding better and better a point we prove when we return to the more cosmopolitan atmosphere of Gothenburg and the jazz café where Nikke and his musicians are well known. The place is jammed on the Sunday night and we all enjoy ourselves mixing the music with the food and drinks and people forever wandering past to go to the loo. A few crazy ladies get up to dance but there is hardly room to swing a cat. Bennie –real name is Bengt – swirls his guitar sounds across the room while Nikke stands and delivers and Charlie whips everyone up with his electric accordion playing. Johann is steady on the drums and has time to sing too. I tell the jokes.

It has been a great trip and the chance to meet new friends who will hopefully become old friends one day when we meet to play again. That’s down to market forces and the expertise of Nikke Strom.

March is come in like a lion and hopefully out like a lamb.

WHAT ELSE?

Caesar:
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.

Soothsayer:
Beware the ides of March.

That’s around the 15^th march – depends on the lunar calendar so any soothsayers out there, sharpen up your prophesies.

The tender shoots are braving the chill winds that still blow across Somerset, though usually the weather is milder here than elsewhere. Hence I told people earlier when snow was forecast, ‘it doesn’t snow here’ but I was wrong although there was less than the rest of the country. An interesting natutal phenomenon occurred yesterday and that was the Severn Bore, the largest in some years. While not quite a tsunami it is a kind of tidal wave where the water itself moves up the estuary of the river Severn, which acts like a funnel from the Bristol Channel bringing in the spring tide for many miles up the river. Many surfers rode the wave, only a couple of feet high maybe, but surging far upriver very powerfully.

i have been playing the odd gig here and there, with the Atcha Band in Sussex and the acoustic Trio here and there and that has kept my hand in. there are a couple more lined up before Charlie hart and myself go out to Germany to play a run of gigs there. Martyn is doing a good job keeping the site up to scratch and improving the different aspects which may be viewed on an i-phone too which is amazing. Thanks everyone for viewing and hope it all keeps you entertained so try and buy a CD if you don’t have them already as it keeps the wheels turning. Gotta keep them wheels turning else there wont be no more songs and tunes to hum and frighten your neighbours with.

More power to your elbow. Crz Jags.

A rain soaked isle not far from France.

OK I know this site hasn’t been updates since 1765 but this is a new era…One of dynamic movement, assured regularity and sausages on Tuesday. Gone is the sloppy devil may care, unbuttoned shirt chaos of yesteryear, for amidst the squalls and wind I hear a faint shrill voice crying…’the site the site….update the blessed site…’

And so here we are on the Sceptered Isle, covered in cloud and damp and yet awaiting the winter….and what is there to say????

There’s the rub Sirrah, it’s all very well for fine words to tumble from the mouths of soothsayers, but what of the men of action???? Cybernet culture is OK but it doesn’t grow cabbages and this is what we may well need in the approaching lean days when fine meat will be hard to come by and cider rationed in the glass.

As you may well deduct I haven’t had a holiday this summer as such unless you count a couple of days in the rainy Scillies Isles with Ben Waters. We also played at The Hackney Empire before Chuck Berry which was amusing. The last night I joined his band on stage for an impromptu closing number while Chuck put his feet up in the dressing room, so I closed the show as well. I hope he didn’t mind too much, the smell of the greasepaint must have got to me.

The Atcha band shone through too at the annual Marlborough bash and sounded better than ever, so I am looking forward to the next gig on September 13th at the Thames Festival….bopping with Boris maybe.

On the record front I am finishing up a new record made here in Zummerzet in my barn studio and I have had some great musicians come to contribute including Danny Thompson, John Etheridge, Malcolm Mortimore, John ‘Rabbit’ Bundrick, Charlie Hart, Eliet Mackrell, Danny Shayler, Dave Hatfield and Robin Tothill to name 17. It’s all very soulful I think and a bit different from the others so I need to get that out ASAP so I don’t have to talk about it any more.

So this will be the first missive of many and if I fail then you know I have fallen down a well someplace so throw me a rope. Thanks.

Chris Jagger

Free Tibet

A bus load of demonstrators went up to London from Glastonbury to participate in the ant-china rally along the Olympic torch route, and it was a mild success! Although we reached London a little late, on account of the Tibet like snow that came this way for the first time in years, we managed to reach the top of Downing Street right after the torch had left and there were still plenty of people on the streets, so we unfurled out flags and marched about in organized chaos.

There were many Chinese too bussed in and they might as well have been holding little red books as they were zealous and quite aggressive. The police by this time were wandering up and down and wondering what to do as there was really nobody to arrest so after some confrontation with the Chinese in Trafalgar Square we trotted off to the Tibetan Rally near Kings Cross where a few thousand braved the cold. There were speeches from Joanna Lumley and the Tibetan lady protestor who had unfurled banners on the Great Wall of China and no doubt will be in San Francisco now, plus music and general crowd raising awareness.

I drifted off to meet friend and have a drink and returned to the bus for the return journey where I spent a fair amount of time playing guitar and singing to the beat of the bongos from Lee. That was a tiring day and then I realized it was my dear old mum's birthday, so that was a good way to spend it.

Happy Birthday and Free Tibet!

Chris Jagger

Zummerzet; March 2007.

Many apologies for not updating this website sooner, but the older you become the less time there is left for everything!

I have changed servers so I hope that the wheels of the invisible web will run a little smoother with this one. I am gearing up for the spring and summer and music events across Europe and elsewhere so as soon as they are put together I shall keep them posted on this site and on http://www.chrisjaggersatcha.com/.

It has been quite a long winter here and very wet of late, which is how it's supposed to be down in this part of the world. One thing is for sure that for those of us who see the cold months out, we really look forward to some sunshine as much as the birds and mammals do. They weather the bad times out in the open and try to survive until there is more food and better conditions for them while we over bloated humans merely turn a switch when we need extra hear or another luxury. This world was not made entirely for mankind, something we would do well to remember; there are so many species we must share this planet with, many who have been here far longer and are just as important as we are.

Keep in touch!

Bye for now,
Chris Jagger.

Some say it's Somerset but it feels more like Texas right now with the searing heat outside. In my polytunnel it's around 50 C in the middle of the day, it's a South American jungle.

The band played last weekend up North in Brampton, twixt Newcastle and Carlisle on the behest of Andy Kershaw who introduced us and the onetime John Peel favourites Half man half Biscuit. So it was a good tent we had though not the main one where I caught some of the more sedate affair of Eric Bibb. I made the classic mistake of picking up someone else's bag at the airport and on opening it found not my leads and washboard but Judy Cook's clothes. Whoops sorry Judy. If you read this I'll send you a record or something as compensation.

Next weekend we're due out to Amsterdam where the a Rolling Stones Fan Club…. the Forty Licks variety are holding a jamboree at the Paradiso Club there on the day before the Stones gig and we are playing as well as a Stones spin off band headed by horn player Tim Rees and who can blame him as they only get to play a few riffs on the Stones show. So that should be one good evening…Will let you know. In general I am not too keen on playing in the same town as The Stones but, hey, it's about the only way I get to meet my brother these days…It's all one big family ain't it???

PS While writing this I'm listening to a free pod cast you get from www.deltabluesmuseum.org so check it out!