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HASTINGS JAZZ CLUB |
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Lynda Murray Lynda set up Hastings Jazz Club to bring
bands who play original jazz to Hastings. a brief history: Lynda moved from London in 1986 to Hastings.
Her father was born in British Guyana and came to England with
the air-force during the second world war. After the war he settled
in London and met her mother at a dance in Tottenham Court Road.
Her father, the late Robert Murray MBE, wrote The saxophone and jazz found me I never set out to play sax or be a jazz musician. I wanted to be a ballet dancer then a classical pianist but through music college and her husband Jak Kilby (jazz photographer) her true nature was found. "I am a sax player and I love jazz and have a real affinity with the music. I didn't start learning to play piano until my late teens and a few years later somehow managed to get on to the music course at Trent Park, Middlesex University. In a desperate bid to get out of classical singing a friend gave me a battered old soprano sax". My very first lesson on soprano sax was with Trevor Watts, he gave me a mouth piece, showed me how to hold the sax and taught me the chromatic scale. Armed with these tools I then taught my self to play some tunes and after the summer break managed to convince my course director that their money would be much better spent paying for me to have sax lessons than classical singing. He acquiesced. After Trent Park I worked on my technique with Jimmy Hastings, he was busy working with Wayne Sleep and I was busy being a wife and mother to two young 'sprogs', affectionately known as the 'kilbets'. Crazy while being a student I had also embarked on family life. So of course lessons and practise were sporadic. I enrolled in several jazz classes at the City Lit and the most memorable were Olaf Vaz's big band. I only played soprano in those days so he stuck me in with the trumpet section, amusing, he was always very kind towards me and I learnt to play trumpet phrases. I also attended Cathy Stobart's sax classes. She was very encouraging and a great inspiration. A female who could really play the saxophone. Gradually I was battling with the dilemma
am I a jazz piano player or am I a jazz sax a player. After our move to Hastings my personal
circumstances changed. My husband 'found God' and became a zealous
religious convert, being told to give up playing the saxophone
was the final straw for me, I had put up with a religion that
changed my cultural habits e.g. not eating any pork products,
not celebrating Christmas or birthdays but now he had gone to
far. He might as well have asked me to cut out my heart. I decided
to stayed in Hastings to raise our two children and he moved
back to London. The 'kilbets' are now young adults embarking on their chosen paths. Naomi a young classical concert singer has just been awarded a full scholarship to go and study singing at the Franz Listz Academy in Budapst Hungary from September 2007 and Zak who has a degree in illustration with animation is working as a young designer in London. While in London I attended several jazz workshops and devoured jazz harmony. In 1984 I met Courtney Pine we were in the same cohort in a music project set up by the late John Stevens - (free music exponent) and John Cummings now director of Serious (International Music Producers). The project was called Search and Reflect and it was to train music students to run music workshops within the community using non-traditional methods for teaching music. One of my most embarrassing moments with the sax was when my battered old soprano needed some work doing to it. This happened on a regular basis so this embarrassment happened on a regular basis. Trevor Watts recommended Willie Garnett over in Hammersmith. So I duly trundled innocently along to his studio, trusted soprano in hand to meet a wonderful guy who loves the sax and is passionate about jazz but I had entered a 'blokes' den. Similar to a mechanics garage, bits and pieces everywhere, and on every inch of every wall were pictures of naked ladies. I did not know where to look. Everywhere I was confronted with images of bare breasts. He must have smiled about my embarrassment. I did visit Willie's workshop many times with my battered soprano which he never disparaged, although it was an appalling example of the instrument, until I bought my first Selmer Mark VI silver plated soprano. I hear his workshop is now in Putney at Ritzy Music Store and the naked ladies have gone.
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