GOODMAN

Gadgets, gadgets everywhere.
Getting used to running with a GPS, but I'm now spending more time pouring over the details of the run and looking at the route on various mapping programmes than I am actually running!

I'm also trying to keep on feeding the old JB7 with as many of my CDs as I can. I'm pretty much sticking to my self imposed "rule" of one from the deep recesses of the collection for every old favourite. And the system seems to be working and throwing up some gems.

Found an old Benny Goodman compilation lurking away at the back of a drawer. I remember buying it and being disappointed... I'd thought it was a 1966 recording when I got it, but I was a bit disappointed when I got it home and studied the sleeve notes that it was actually just a compilation of 40's and 50's releases that had been "cleaned up" and augmented by a couple of re-recordings from 66 of his most famous tunes.

As it turns out it's not too bad a recording and the 40's and 50's tracks have been "cleaned up" to a pretty good standard (minimal "snap, crackle and pop"). The version of Sing Sing Sing is one of the 1966 recordings, however, not the famous Carnegie Hall version but still has old Gene Krupa giving it some laldy on the drums - wonderful stuff. It's also a nice little mix of Goodman's big bands and small bands.

I also remember, being a bit scunnered when I first got the CD to discover so many of the original tracks were mono...

Stupid really. They could only record with the technology they had!

Favourites? The aforementioned "Sing Sing Sing", but also "Flying Home", "Air Mail Special" and the bands signature tune "Goodbye" (not the Pete and Dud song!)

Hopefully feeding the JB7 will throw up more of these "lost" gems. Get me back to some stuff that got me into jazz in the first place.

LIKE A BAIRN WI' A NEW TOY.......

Took delivery the other day of my fab new toy.... a garmin forerunner 350.
Now I know a lot of people out there have one. So I won't go into details of all the exciting features it has. And I know I tried one out not so long ago when Ian generously gave me a loan of his for a bit. But this time I've loaded the software onto my computer. Its great fun.
Yesterday though I probably ended up doing my 12 mile training run too quickly, as I had the tendency to keep looking at it and going "Speed up. Speed up".
Probably take me a little while to get accustomed to it and stop looking at the display every thirty seconds.

Anyway. It's nice to map runs. Today, for instance a few of us from the club went down to Pencaitland to do the local Playgroups charity "fun run". And fun it was - or as near as "fun" can be running in heat approaching the high twenty's.
The route was nice - mainly off road, woodland pathways and old railways. Though despite being through woods the hoped for shade was not forthcoming.

Being a "fun" run we had all decided not to run in club colours and not to treat it too seriously (treat it almost like a "fast training run ").

I've got to say I was very impressed with the course, the signage and the marshalling.

My new toy informed me that the route was in fact 10.35km (but I'll let them off). It also informed me that my average pace was 6:23 and I used up 694 calories.

One touch about the race that I particularly liked was the "medals". I don't normally like medals after races and usually just end up throwing them away (keep the marathon ones). But these were big edible medals!! Large shortbread biscuits threaded onto ribbons. Very tasty - though there goes the 694 saved calories!!

AWAY TO PAY MY RESPECTS

When the Godfather sees fit to make a visit - you go along to pay your respects. Simple as that. And, as you would expect, there are representatives of the various "families" along doing likewise.
The "Godfather" is, of course, the legendary Stan Tracey "the Godfather of British Jazz", and he was playing not 15 miles down the road from my bit so there as never any doubt that I would be there.
St Mary's Parish Church in Haddington is probably as far removed from most peoples image of a jazz venue as it's possible to get, but for a warm summers evening it's cool interior made a welcome change to the usual stuffy conditions that prevail.
The audience was modest but incredibly enthusiastic and appreciative, and their numbers included representatives of the Rae and Bancroft families of Scottish jazz luminaries.

At 7:30 sharp Stan sauntered out onto the "stage" looking surprisingly lively and chipper for a man of 83.

After a few words of introduction they set forth with a number called "Iddle-I-Po", a relatively quick boppish number.

This was followed by the tune "Afro Charlie Meets the White Rabbit. Originally from the 60's album Alice In Jazzland, but now also "re-done" on his latest quartet offering "Senior Moment" this has a distinct 60's psychedelic edge to it, but is infused with wonderful, heavy, "Monkish" block chords that give it a feeling of underlying menace.

Then, for me, came the tune of the evening. If "Stan Tracey's" music could be distilled and analysed it would be 30% Monk, 30% Duke Ellington and 100% Stan Tracey. I know that's 160%, but then again Stan is no ordinary pianist. After the Monk-ish Afro Charlie, things were brought down with the Ellington ballad "Come Sunday". Now, while I am no fan of "the Church" I do like "churches" - especially when they are being put to good use. And you couldn't have asked for a better setting for a wonderful rendition of this tune. Simon Allen on sax, stole the show here and had the crowd eating out of his hand. To sit in such a nice place with the sunlight streaming through the large arched windows and to be witness to such a great piece of music was probably one of those moments of live music that will stay with people for some time to come.

After another offering from the new album ("Duffy's Circus") Stan and the band took a well earned rest while the audience took tea and biscuits (very churchy).

The second half was again, mainly stuff from the new album, including the number Stemless and another Monk inspired piece "Rocky Mount". The ballad "January's Child" was wonderful, but didn't (couldn't?) quite live up to the opener's Come Sunday.

However, the calypso style "Triple Celebration" had everyone showing their appreciation as the musicians took it turn to solo. The outstanding solo here was Clark Tracey's "brush free", "sticks free", hands only solo. Fantastic.

The show ended with the old standard "Autumn Leaves". Only not as you know it. If these were Autumn leaves they were leaves that had been blown from the trees in one mighty sudden gust and were blowing about your feet in a mad rush of colours! Simon Allen again stole the show here and sounded a little more like Stan Getz  than may be wise when in the company of Tracey, knowing his thoughts on that particular sax player.

A wonderful gig and a rare chance to see such a talented player so close to home.

THE NIGHTS ARE FAIR DRAWIN' IN....

Well that's it. Thankfully.

Summer may not be over, and it may be a few more weeks before you actually see any real difference. But the solstice is over and the nights can start to draw in again.

I know the light nights are an opportunity to get out for longer runs. And I do appreciate that, but there is about a four week "window" that really just sends me nuts. The tail end of June and beginning of July. Hardly any dark at all. I find it really hard to sleep.

It's OK if you don't work I suppose, but trying to get even 6 hours sleep before you have to get up at "mad o'clock" is almost impossible.

Once more "hippy wasters" make out they're being "alternative".

It's always the same, isn't it? There's NEVER a helicopter gunship when you want one! Dole scum.

BELTANE 10K

I've often joked to people when we're discussing a race route that it doesn't really bother me as "I'm not going to be in front anyway".
Well bugger me. I was today - for a bit anyway....

Went down to Peebles for the Beltane 10k, hosted by Moorfoot Runners. This year they have changed the course of the race and changed it into a "trail" race, and I think that's what clinched it for me in the "I-want-to-do-that-one" stakes. Can't say I've done that many trail races before. To be honest it's basically like a cross country - only run in better weather!
Got down there in loads of time, registered and went for a bit of a warm up run with Mr Sills. I'd brought my trail shoes with me, but decided that as it was so dry and firm underfoot I could probably just get away with the trainers.
The race started at Kerfield park and went round the park on and a bit times, before heading out and along by the Tweed, into Haylodge, then basically following the route used for the Borders cross country series.
Quite a quick start in the park, but for some reason I found myself up in about the top three, alongside a Gala Harrier and Mr Sills. And then we came out of the park and started running along the side of the Tweed and we somehow went "off script" - I found myself in front! So unused to this strange state of affairs was I, that I dam near stopped to ask if the guys behind were taking the piss.
However, I just decided to keep the head down and get on with it. after about 2k we got into Haylodge Park and my lead hadn't exactly vanished, but I was in a little group of three (me, Ian and Stevie Cairns of HBT).
Through the narrow wooded paths along by the banks of the river until the 5k mark at the turn for the viaduct. And then it happened.... at the 5k marker Mr Cairns looked at his watch, decided the tempo was not to his usual standard, and just took off. Within about 30 seconds he was out of sight. I don't know about Ian, but any dream I ever had of winning just flew out the window.
Still, me and Mr Sills were still 2nd and 3rd "on the road" and just kept up our own pace.
We managed to stick pretty much together through the woods, up a fairly awful hill and back along the pathway towards the bridge that takes you back over the river and into Kerfield Park.
I had a feeling Ian would have a stronger finish than me today, but I didn't really know how far back the 4th runner was and was more interested in working together and running for 2nd and 3rd.
And that is pretty much how it worked out. By the time we came into the park for the final lap before the finish Ian had started to pull away. I risked a look over my shoulder and realised that I had enough on the 4th runner anyway to get 3rd.
38:41 - a few minutes slower than my recent 10k's, but still happy with that given the terrain.
Mr Cairns? Well. I believe he jogged in at 36:01- 2:40 quicker over 5k!
Nice cakes and scones afterwards in the cricket pavillion. The weather was so nice everyone was quite happy just to sit about waiting for the prize giving.
A nice little "paper weight" trophy and a voucher followed by an added bonus. Brians run was enough to give us the team prize as well. So another little paper weight and a bottle of wine. Wine. How come I never won any booze when I did drink? Maybe that's one of those questions that sort of answers itself :-)

A nice race and a nice venue. It's always difficult when a club changes a race route, for whatever reason, but this new route offers something a little different. Your unlikely to get a PB on it, but who cares. A good race that should grow in popularity.

PROM RACE

The best thing to do when your running a short, fast and hard race in the evening is to try and have a restful day leading up to it.

So with those wise words in mind, there I was very early yesterday morning running along Portobello prom thinking “Ooh, in 12 hours or so I’ll be racing here.” To be honest though the little run in the morning was really gentle and hopefully just a short session to keep the old legs loose. I am not doing enough stretching these days and suffer quite badly from stiff legs and a stiff back in the morning. What my early run did make me realise though was how hot it was yesterday. And as the day went on it just got hotter and hotter…..it was going to be tough.

Anyway. A “working day” later I met Anne and, after a coffee and cake, we headed down to Portobello for registration.

There was a good turnout from the club last night and we more or less headed out “en mass” for a bit of a warm up before the start after a quick group photo.

I was secretly aiming for sub 23, but due to the heat I was starting to revise my plans.

Anyway, we got back from our warm up. Quick last minute visit to the loo. On to the start line for the usual words of advice from the starter… and we were off.

For about the first forty or fifty metres I felt quite comfortable, but after that it was just maximum effort all the way round.

The first part of the race up towards the turn at the cat and dog home is just a bit of a blur to me to be honest. I know that for this part of the race me and Ian were either shoulder to shoulder, or taking it in turns to try and take the lead, but even in something as short as a four mile race the first mile is still pretty much about trying to settle in and then trying to move up the field (well, it is for me).

Missed the fist mile marker (there was one – but I just missed it), so I was more than happy to get to the two mile marker, back down on the prom, to see that I was managing about 5:40 pace.

The run from King Street, along the prom before turning round for the home stretch is always a toughie for me. There were a group of Edinburgh guys ahead of me and I just set myself the task of trying to get towards them. My breathing was so laboured by this time that I really couldn’t tell what was happening behind me and didn’t dare risk looking round in case I lost time or saw Ian sitting comfortably behind me.

Turned and headed briefly onto the High Street before a quick dodge down a side street and a sharp left back onto the prom for the last mile.

Unfortunately, some of the slower runners (still heading towards the turn) had decided to ignore the race instructions to “stay on the left” preferring to go to their right to try and get shade from the wall.

I noticed that one of the Edinburgh group had been dropped slightly and tried to reel him in. However, my breathing was so laboured that the guy obviously knew it and pulled away slightly every time I got close. Finally managed to pass him, close to the swimming pool, but he really tried to get back and made me work all the way to the bowling club and the finish line.

Finished 12^th in 22:20 which cheered me up no end. Another PB this year.

Usual efficient “results board” posted just by the drinks station is always busy – a great way to quickly see how you got on and who’s in line for what prize.

A quick shower and change before the prize giving then we all headed down to Musselburgh for a curry.

I think though that the effort of the run had played a bit of havoc with my stomach and although the food was tasty enough I didn’t quite mange it with the usual relish.

Any disappointing parts to the evening? Well yes there was. A beautiful sunny evening by the beach. Was there ladies beach volleyball on? No there was not L

Maybe just as well though, might have ended up getting about 25 minutes.

MR ANGRY FACE

For one reason or other my face no longer “fits” my skull. What little elasticity there once was is starting to fail. I’ve lost weight and the front of my head now has the sorry dishevelled look of a wee boy wearing his big brothers dufflecoat. The use of various creams, lotions and unguents has been recommended to me, but I am off a belief that such things should only be applied on the recommendation of one’s physician – not some silly wee lassie on the cosmetics stall of Boots.

Anyway, my loose and hanging face wouldn’t be problematic if it looked “interesting”. Sadly,  it doesn’t. No, apparently (or so I’ve been told), my usual countenance is either described as a “scowl” or simply “sore to look at”. Truth be told though this could be due to the fact that I am a bit of a brumpy gastard.

Whatever. Having a bit of a scowly face can often work to ones advantage.

There are a few things that bring me no joy in this life whatsoever. Among these things I could list: my work, the “Dear Green Place”, travelling on trains and those awful “Chuggers” – those moronic student types who pounce out on pedestrians all full of fake jollity and joi-de-vivre, trying to get you to sign a standing order to donate half your monthly wages to save the lesser spotted Trinidadian Tree Frog, or some such. I really, really hate these people.

So, perhaps the other week the old sagging face came in handy…

All four of the above collided, like particles in a hadron collider to produce one of the worst moods I’ve been in in a long time -It had been another crappy day through in the DGP and I was trying to fight my way “upstream” through the tsunami of shell suit covered flab and pram pushing dole-scum-mums that passes for the populace, in an effort to get to the station on time to get a seat on the cattle truck back through to the civilised East.

I had already been approached by two moronic studenty type chuggers and was trying to bypass a third (a female of the species) when she clocked me and started to approach me and get ready to launch into her stupid routine. Without even uttering a word I simply lifted my head and looked up at this cretin… the effect was most gratifying. Her chirpy, cheery countenance fell, her hands went up surrender-style quicker than a Frenchman’s at the start of a war, and she backed away muttering “Whoa, Mr ‘Angry face’”.

Mr “Angry Face” waited till he had walked round the corner before he pissed himself laughing J