It hit me on Saturday night what the jazz club reminds me of:

Look at that big column in the middle. It’s the T.A.R.D.I.S!

It does look smaller on the outside, too.

Come to think of it: I realise that I haven’t blogged yet about the actual venue that I’m playing in every night. Very remiss of me. So here you go…

It’s a decent-sized, but not huge, room. Which means it’s pretty much the perfect size; because even when it’s a quiet night, it doesn’t feel too empty. I would guess that, at full capacity, it holds about 100 people.

The stage is directly ahead of you as you walk in; and the bar runs along the left-hand side wall (ie. it’s the view in the photograph above). There are a couple of cosy, circular areas (one of which is curtained off with one of those ’70s-style, string curtains), and a couple of high-seated tables, which is where the groups tend to congregate.

The stage is perfect - not too high - the sound system is excellent and sight-lines are good. Unless you’re sitting at the high-seated table directly behind the central T.A.R.D.I.S. control column (or whatever Doctor Who afficianados would call it).

In short, it’s a great little venue:

As you can see from that last photo, too, they have three large, framed black and white prints of Miles, Dizzy and Bird on one of the walls. Which is a nice touch.

In fact, I suggested to M today that they start to fill the other large wall, at the back of the room, with framed photographs of the people who play at the club - like they do at many jazz, and comedy, venues. Such as the 55 Bar in New York, a fabulous former speakeasy in Greenwich Village, where I took this photo (of this photo) of Anita O’Day:

I may not be Anita O’Day hanging on a wall in New York, but I may yet be Andrea Mann hanging on a wall in Malaysia. That’s Asian Jazz Famous for you.