The only surprise was the guest appearance of a man playing blues harmonica - he was the real thing, engaging with the tune and then letting go and blowing up a storm on his modest little instrument.
We didn't stay to the end of the second set; My Good Lady started to feel uncomfortable - severe discomfort in her knees and tired overall - so we excused ourselves from the rest of the group and took our leave.
But as I listened to the band I had a series of little flashbacks to some of the most memorable live jazz performances we've attended over the past few years.
The Dutch duet, for example, singing and playing outside on a pavement café in Gouda, in Holland.
Or jazz at the winery in Port Stephens, New South Wales, in sight of the vines.
Or again, the evening when everyone ended up on the dance floor of the restaurant in St Lucia - and I do mean everyone, including kitchen staff and waiters; I'm minded of the waiter who we knew as Baloo - for his resemblance to the bear in Disney's Jungle Book - jigging around with a bottle on his head!
As Noel Coward once said: "Strange how potent cheap music can be".
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