'Come Listen to the Band'

Throughout the summer months,there have been a series of Band Concerts in the Memorial Gardens in Amersham Old Town, Buckinghamshire.

Some have been 'Brass Bands' but we have also been entertained by various other groups of instruments, including "Rhythm 'n' Booze" and yesterday afternoon, "The Syndicate New Orleans Four".

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Sunday always seems to be

The day my thought go flying free

And times gone by return to me,

From yesterday.

A Sunday bell’s a timeless knell

That chiming casts a magic spell

And ringing has a tale to tell,

From yesterday.

Sunday is the day I find

That speaks of times I left behind

Yet linger fondly in my mind,

From yesterday.

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The gardens were at there very best and every bed was a mass of colour.

Here we have "The Syndicate New Orleans Four". I know it looks from here as if no-one turned up except for three people behind......but there was a good crowd to the right sitting some way back.

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There was a young bandsman of Dee,

Tried to play, with a girl on his knee,

But the point of the joke,

Is he struck the wrong note…

And the Wedding’s on Thursday at three!

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As there was an euphonium player in this band.......here's a bit of classic Les Dawson.

I was lying in bed the other morning, playing a lament on my euphonium, when the wife said softly, “Joey”….. She calls me Joey because she always wanted a budgie.

She said, “I’m homesick.”

I said ”But precious one, this is your home.”

She said, “I know, and I’m sick of it”