Mark H.
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Like all good Speakeasy’s Foo John’s jazz club is hard to find. Nestled in the denizen streets off the Yaowarat Road in Bangkok’s Chinatown, we were told to look for the Pac-Man sign on the corner of an alleyway. Steep stairs to the second floor brought us to a double bass player, struggling to wrestle his bulky instrument through a tiny door. “Have you got a reservation?”, asked the young looking maiître’d. “Miss Sheila!”, I whispered in his ear. He beckoned us to our perch in front of a tiny stage, draped with red velvet curtains. It’s 9pm on Valentines night. Red roses 🌹 have been strategically positioned on the 12 tables that accommodate all 26 guests. The venue is as big as our kitchen table. Tonight, there’s a mix of glamorous, wealthy Thai 🇹🇭 couples, a few Americans and two Brits. Then there’s Damon, from Manchester. He is leading tonight’s Chet Baker tribute. A graduate of Leeds College of Music and the London Guildhall in the late 1980s, his trumpet playing is awesome - certainly worthy of Chet Baker! Accompanying him on keyboards was Sebastian, from Spain 🇪🇸, Mr Sticks from France 🇫🇷 on er, drums, and Noppadol Tirataradol 🇹🇭 playing double bass. We were mesmerised. During the interval, Sheila learned their life stories over shared cigarettes at the bottom of the fire escape. At midnight, it was regrettably time to make for home but we eagerly look forward to returning next time we are in Bangkok. It was magical!