promised to tell you more about Wally’s Swing World. Instead of procrastinating and forgetting, let’s just get it over with, shall we?
Some years ago, I made a business trip to San Jose, California (near San Francisco.) It was an all-day training class for some really bad software I was forced to use. They had one terminal (no, not computer; a Wyse 30 dumb terminal) for two students, and I shared one with a smart and friendly guy named Kerry who lived just north of San Diego.
Whenever I travel to a new city, my mission is to find a local brewpub to check out. Kerry’s mission, assigned by his employer, was to go eat at a particular restaurant he had enjoyed on his last visit to San Jose. The restaurant was Gordon Biersch, and the matchbook Kerry had made it clear that our missions were bound by a single destiny.
We took BART all the way across San Jose. I don’t recommend it. When we arrived, it looked like the wrong address; while the Gordon Biersch site shows a friendly, well lit entrance what we saw looked like a gate into the alley. However, the well-dressed hostess assured us we were in the right place.
They wanted to seat us by the brick wall you can see in the photos, but to Kerry’s everlasting credit he asked if we could sit at one of the tables near the loading dock to the left. We sat; we ate; we drank. About 7:00, they stopped seating folks on the loading dock and cleared all the tables away. When they started setting up band equipment, we rummaged through the flyers and calendars on the table and discovered that we were about to see someone called “Wally’s Swing World.” At the time, I was disappointed because the act one week previous had been the Dave Matthews Band, and not some unknown. I didn’t stay disappointed for long.
I honestly don’t remember much of the playlist for the evening, but I do remember that it was one of the better live shows I’ve ever seen. Wally and the boys come out playing fast and furious, and after their THIRD hour-long set, they didn’t appear to have slowed any. Swing, rockabilly, standards from the 30s; all were performed with style and grace (or, where appropriate, with wit and a wink.) Wally is a master of really bad humor (“See my new suit? Handmade by those two famous sisters, Polly and Esther!”
All the band members are excellent at what they do, but as a wannabee drummer I have to mention the masterful Dodger Posey. From gentle background rhythyms to blinding runs and fills, Dodger made every lick count, and made it all sound like jazz ought to sound.
After the third set, Wally announced that they’d be back for one more after a short break. We decided to do the professional thing and get back to the hotel and get enough sleep to benefit from the next day’s class. I won’t make that mistake next time.
Wally’s Swing World has a nicely done website where you can read about the band, order their latest two albums, and sign up for a monthly newsletter and calendar. (Note to spam haters – I frequently use test addresses when I first sign up for newsletters. The address I used for Wally’s list was never used by any other organization, I’m pleased to say.) You can even hire the boys for private events. While the price is a bit out of my range for a private party, if our company gets around to hosting an event with live music, I’ll strongly recommend Wally and company. And of course, next time you’re in the San Francisco bay area, look ’em up and give ’em a listen. Whether you like swing or not, I’m certain you’ll love the show.