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Date: Friday, 27th of March 2015 8:00pm 1427511600 (2 years 115 days ago)
Venue: The Playhouse Theatre (Website)
Location: 115 Clare Street Northampton England NN1 3JA
Telephone: 01604 627791
Admission: £10:00
With
Performers
Pat Fish ( guitar, vocals ) , Steve Garofalo ( drums ) , Steve New ( upright bass ) , Simon Taylor ( trumpet )
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Credit: Steve Garofalo and Leighton Bobby Cousins
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Credit: Anna Vulpe

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Notes

THE JAZZ BUTCHER AND HIS GENTLEMAN ADVENTURERS

Tickets strictly limited in number, so please move quickly to ensure a seat.

Licensed Bar.

Doors open: 7:00pm

Liam Dullaghan onstage around 7:45pm

The JBQ onstage around 8:45pm

Closing time 10:30pm

A night not to be missed.

Reviews

A delightful distraction
Back in the good old days (when dancing meant exploding), things were..... just..... better. Back when twitter meant the morning chorus was about to be disturbed by Carruthers with the 12 bore, or online entertainment meant catching a peek of the Lady's undergarments hanging out to dry, a reveller would be warmly welcomed to an evening's entertainment by jovial tunes, brightly coloured tickets would be dispensed by the box office, viewing of the performers would be from unevenly sprung blood-red velour seats, housed within an ebony shoe box. The gentlemen would look resplendent parading the latest style of moustache (my own style being "The Partyboy"). The women wore their upper-lip-covering with delight, pride and style in equal measure.

Then the players themselves would take to the stage to regale their audience with tales of their travels about the new world from the streets of Montmatre to New Barcelona to the mythical land of Desborough to life in their home village. On occasion, a minstrel may even request to be one's dog !

Oh, what days, what simple fun, such a shame that the modern world has put paid to their like. And the dodo.

Credit: Andy Z NN1 (Sunday, 29th of March 2015 - 2 years 114 days ago)
them were the days
Andy, I am moved.

Pat x

Credit: pat fish, nn1 (Sunday, 29th of March 2015 - 2 years 114 days ago)

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  • them were the days
    vlad.poutine[at]-remove-gchq.tv - pat fish, nn1
    29Mar2015 10:33 AM (2 years 114 days ago)
    Andy, I am moved.

    Pat x
  • A delightful distraction
    andyzed1[at]-remove-yahoo.co.uk - Andy Z NN1
    29Mar2015 5:33 AM (2 years 114 days ago)
    Back in the good old days (when dancing meant exploding), things were..... just..... better. Back when twitter meant the morning chorus was about to be disturbed by Carruthers with the 12 bore, or online entertainment meant catching a peek of the Lady's undergarments hanging out to dry, a reveller would be warmly welcomed to an evening's entertainment by jovial tunes, brightly coloured tickets would be dispensed by the box office, viewing of the performers would be from unevenly sprung blood-red velour seats, housed within an ebony shoe box. The gentlemen would look resplendent parading the latest style of moustache (my own style being "The Partyboy"). The women wore their upper-lip-covering with delight, pride and style in equal measure.
    Then the players themselves would take to the stage to regale their audience with tales of their travels about the new world from the streets of Montmatre to New Barcelona to the mythical land of Desborough to life in their home village. On occasion, a minstrel may even request to be one's dog !
    Oh, what days, what simple fun, such a shame that the modern world has put paid to their like. And the dodo.