The Passion for Wellness with Katie Webber:
I went to a very nice event last Friday night at Broadhempston Village Hall.
Some of the talented local jazz musicians I have had the chance to sing with a few times, guitarist Joss Kidd and drummer Ronnie Jones, were playing with a saxophonist who is by everyone’s opinion quite famous.
From what I can understand, Simon Spillett is a regular at Ronnie Scotts, who if you know anything about jazz will tell you how revered he is.
A wonderful double bass player called Ron Phelan had traveled from Somerset to complete the group.
The evening was organized as part of a local tour. Unfortunately, all other dates except one have been canceled due to Covid.
Everyone who made it on Friday, and I’m happy to say the venue was quite full, were clearly delighted that this show was able to take place.
Because I had sung the previous times I had heard Joss and Ronnie perform, I had never seen them in their element before.
They are two men in their forties who have day jobs, respectively in teaching and communication, who give concerts on weekends.
Having now seen them in their best light, I don’t understand why they aren’t full time musicians.
Of course, the money was changing hands, but it was clear that the four men not only loved what they were doing, but somehow needed it for their own sense of well-being and well-being. joy.
Ronnie later told me that they had all been running on adrenaline.
It certainly looked exhausting from where I was sitting. Maybe they were making up for all the lost time and gigs in the last 18 months.
I decided to write about this because the few hours I spent immersed in their music was one of the biggest contributions to my own well-being last week.
Being welcomed into a new space, beautifully decorated with fairy lights, tablecloths and garden flowers, meeting new people with a common love for music, watching friends do what makes them tick, feeling that shared energy and enthusiasm that arise from being part of a live audience watching a live performance.
It pulled me out of myself and made me smile. One of the most romantic pieces even made me shed a tear, it was performed so well.
The event undoubtedly gave a boost to the well-being of the local community.
I feel like Broadhempston is the kind of place that is very cohesive anyway, but like all of us, these neighbors and friends haven’t been able to spend much time together in recent months.
Besides the memory of a magical evening, my biggest takeaway from Friday is that you just don’t know what might happen down the road.
A woman on my table leaned over during the second issue and whispered, “Are we at Ronnie Scotts?” Being able to travel 10 minutes from home and witnessing entertainment of this level is something quite special.
For my part, I plan to attend as many local concerts as possible in the future, in part because I realized during the lockdown how much I missed every part of the experience, and also because the more we all show up for things like this, the more part-time artists who have devoted years of work to perfecting their craft will have the opportunity to share it with the world, which can only be good for the well-being of all involved.