Jagz at the Station, Ascot
Bukka White gave his young cousin Riley B King this advice at the outset of his career: "When you go out to perform, dress like you are going to the bank to borrow some money." Well I think Richie Milton must have overheard him because he looked like a million dollars when he took the stage in his bronze mohair fronting his six piece combo.
"Are you ready for a blues journey tonight?", he enquired of the well packed house. "Yeees!" came the reply. "Okay then, all aboard the Night Train" and launched into the tune of the same name. When the train pulled into the station they went straight into "Things Won't Be The Same", a Milton original, followed by another. "Dressed To Kill". Things then slowed down for a great arrangement of Solomon Burke's "Hanging Up My Heart".
Richie then introduced the willowy Linda Hall, who performed a gutsy "Don't Mess With My Man". Where does this slim young thing summon up such astonishing vocal power from? Ex Animal Dave Rowberry's jazzy piano break was exactly right for the mood.
There followed a Milton on Milton when Richie and Linda traded verses on "We're Gonna Make It", while "Fever" featured a scorching guitar solo from Richie, challenged by a Dizzy-esque, high register solo from trumpeter Dick Hanson. Linda and Richie then held an 'Any-note-you-can-hold-I-can-hold-longer' duet with Linda having to capitulate; Richie winning hands down.
The first set's closer, "How Sweet It Is", featured a marvellous tenor solo from Steve King, followed by Linda making a key change up, heightening the tension to a big finish which earned tumultuous applause.
Set two opened with Richie's anthem to sacro iliac sufferers, "Doggone My Aching Back" followed by the first album's title track, "Straight Ahead, No Stopping". with Richie taking to the floor amongst the dancers while playing his guitar. Half a dozen movers' to keep the floor busy were segued into one crowd pleaser, with 'bassist Phil Lucas and drummer Paul Atkinson keeping it all together.
Eventually the clock on the wall told us that it was time to go and Richie appropriately led off "Funny How Time Slips Away". The dancers were in raptures and they let the band know it. I don't know if, as Linda had predicted they were "Dancing In The Street", but they were definitely bopping in the car park. .
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