jiveaces1hippodromesmlSix men in baggy, mustard coloured suits, a platinum blonde in a figure hugging dress, and an evening of exhausting exhilaration for the audience, that was last Saturday at the Royal Hippodrome Theatre, Eastbourne, on the Sussex coast.

The Jive Aces had their first concert 25 years ago in January 1989, have been on numerous television shows, and for some strange reason were on Britain’s Got Talent. They have more than sufficient talent to have won in 2012, it’s that they are too good.

jiveaces2The six men and one lady singer are multi-talented, with the musicians playing a variety of instruments. The six staple keyboard, trumpet, trombone, sax, double base and drums were implemented with another half dozen instruments, and I didn’t hear one bad note all evening.

Swing, jive, R&B, all you would expect, in the second half came skiffle. And then my highlight, the classic Big Noise From Winetka, played like I have never heard before. Yes, drums and double base, but the drums on the double base as well.

jiveaces5Jive Aces were at Eastbourne bandstand summer 2013, returning summer 2014. Over 400 in the previous audience, so make sure that you look out for their tickets going on sale. I will.



About Harry Pope

Very few writers earn more than £10,000 annually. Harry is one of the poorer ones. He is no longer middle-aged, as he knows no-one who is getting on for 140. Literary success has come with an attempt at maturity – failed both – but marital stability with Pam has more than compensated. He is an accomplished speaker, talking on a variety of topics, including how not to run a hotel, buried secrets, and what’s it worth. See Harry The Talker. He has five published books, see Harry The Writer. He is Eastbourne’s only licensed sight-seeing guide see Harry The Walker. He has a daily blog see Harry The Blogger. The only site not purchased is www.harrytheeverything.com but that might come, who knows. He was a London funeral director for many years, then started Cheam Limousines in 1990, selling some thirteen years later. Arriving in Eastbourne in the Summer of 2003, Harry and Pam first bought a small guest house, then a large hotel, which proved to be disastrous because of their business partnership with a moron from California. He now walks, and talks, sometimes both at the same time.