Sunday 7 April

7pm doors, 7.30pm start

David Preston's


With Sebastian Rochford and Kevin Glasgow

A band of the moment on a national tour led by guitarist and composer David Preston, a finalist at the Montreux International Guitar competition. Sinewy grooves nestle amongst dramatic and exciting compositions of cinematic scope with echoes of Bill Frisell and Pat Metheny. Purple/Black teams Preston with two imposing figures on the UK jazz scene: the mighty ECM recording artist Sebastian Rochford (drums) and Kevin Glasgow (bass). A concert not to be missed!

Visit David Preston's website here, and watch YouTube footage here.

"Known for his ability to draw on a breadth of jazz styles, Preston's compositions were clearly summoned from a place of great depth, stretching the musicianship of all members"
Jazzwise magazine

"Reimagining jazz - with modern invention and creative innovation"
Jazz Journal

The Guardian

"You are playing some scary s#!*"

Kurt Rosenwinkel

"Amazingly talented"
Gary Husband

Admission £14 / £7 (U25) on the door or book online here


*PLEASE NOTE*: details of concerts and musicians appearing are correct at the time of writing although changes are sometimes necessary. Please feel free to check with us before attending.






Somebody who decides to play jazz for a living knows he will struggle for the rest of his life, unless he opts for predictable and soothing compromise. Honest jazz involves public exploration. It takes guts to make mistakes in public, and mistakes are inherent. If there are no mistakes, it's a mistake. In Keith Jarrett's solo improvisations you can hear him hesitate, turn in circles for a while, struggle to find the next idea. Bird used to start a phrase two or three times before figuring out how to continue it. The heart and soul of improvisation is turning mistakes into discovery. On the spot. Now. No second draft. It can take a toll night after night in front of an audience that just might be considering you shallow.

From 'Close Enough For Jazz', Mike Zwerin (1983)


Now, divine air! Now is his soul ravished! Is it not strange that sheeps' guts should hale souls out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my money, when all's done.

From 'Much Ado About Nothing' (Act II, Scene iii), William Shakespeare (1600)


Onstage, he storms inwardly, glaring at his audience, wincing at his trumpet, stabbing and tugging at his ear. Often his solos degenerate into a curse blown again and again through his horn in four soft beats. But Miles can break hearts. Without attempting the strident showmanship of most trumpeters, he still creates a mood of terror suppressed - a lurking and highly exciting impression that he may some day blow his brains out playing.

Barry Farrell, writing in Time Magazine (February 28 1964)


Late in his career, drummer Earl Palmer appeared in a music video with the band Cracker on the song ‘I Hate My Generation’. According to Cracker leader David Lowery, when Palmer was asked if he would be able to play along with the songs, he gave Lowery a look and said, 'I invented this shit’.