Stubs: # 44 – Yellowjackets, Wellington, 2010

The gig that saw me banned from reviewing jazz gigs – or  maybe you should swap around the vowels in those two words – for the local newspaper. Seeing The Yellowjackets was the aural equivalent of soft-pornography, they might even have been providing that sort of “erotic thriller” soundtrack, sans any real thrills. I described this shot of (almost) jazz…