Trumpeter Abram Wilson brought a little bit of New Orleans to Oxfords’s very English Randolph Hotel. By the end of the show, the audience were on their feet cheering as Abram walked out still soloing and the band carried on [...]
The magnificent Randolph Hotel (where Larkin took tea with friends, and – some people fantasize – Alice in Wonderland could have murdered Inspector Morse) was the perfect setting for ‘Larkin’s Jazz ‘ and afternoon tea. Some of the musicians even [...]
Cycling up the hill in the rain (in Oxford style) to the gig, I was thinking about the band’s name- it suggested something eccentric and English, like a Django Bates album title, and wasn’t sure what to expect. I arrived [...]
