Last Thursday night, 
     
     if for some unforeseen 
     
     reason I was to~be struck ‘ 
     
     dom by an incurable 
     
    
   
   
    
     affliction, or if I was to - 
     
    
   
   
    
     be run over by -a Mack 
     
     truck, -I think ‘I would have 
     
     left this world a very , 
     
     very happy man. In no 
     
    

    
     way does this state of. 
     
     complete contentedness 
     
     solely reflect upon my 
     
     living“ upon this pastoral 
     
     paradise called Prince 
     
     Edward Island, nor doesit 
     
     , entirely rest upon the 
     
     beauty of the young lady 
     
    

    
     I had the pleasure to spend 
     
     - some tine with Thursday 
     
     night. If indeed I Was t9 
     
     become a deceased entity, 
     
    

    
     I would not be heralded / 
     
     into heaven by the tnmpets 
     
     of Gabriel, (indeed, sane 
     
     may say that I would be 
     
     visiting the other‘ 
     
    
   
   
    
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     * B . H .' B .5. “Ion! Love 
     
    
   
   
    
     extremity of- the eternal 
     
     world) but I think any 
     
     accension into the after 
     
     life should be accarpanied 
     
     by the back beat blues of 
     
     the Downchild Blues Band. 
     
     " Twice in the last 
     
     six months, I andthe rest 
     
     of UPEI student body have 
     
     been treated to one ofthe 
     
     best solid blues bands 
     
     to be found anywhere. 
     
     Superlatives cannot be 
     
     handed out enough to all 
     
     the members of the band. ‘ 
     
     Scme will say that the band 
     
     plays with the little 
     
     Showmanship - true enough- 
     
     or the band members ‘do not 
     
     partake in~ spectacular 
     
     leaps of‘ thesnashing of 
     
     guitars. What is substitued 
     
    
   
   
    
     I is solid music and impeccable 
     
    
   
   
    
     musiCianship. 
     
     'MrADownchild' , Don 
     
     Walsh, provided some 
     
    
   
   
    
     Better [Gnome l i  
     
    
   
   
    
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     sparkling work on guitar 
     
     and harmonica. His clown 
     
     like appearance contrasts 
     
     well with the seriousness 
     
     portrayed whenever he picks 
     
     up his axes; to say he 
     
     plays them with a vengeance 
     
     would be an understatement. 
     
     Vocalist 'Ibny Flaim, whose 
     
     huge voice matches his 
     
     huge stature, continued 
     
     the fine blues tradition 
     
     that started with Joe. Turner 
     
     and, in Flaim's case, 
     
     hasn't ended. 
     
    

    
     Again, the horn 
     
     section played meticulously, 
     
     matching unison and solo 
     
     lines against the steady 
     
     rhythm section. 
     
    
   
   
    
     consisted of tunes that 
     
     are classics and near 
     
     classics; "Caledonia", 
     
     "Flip, Flop, Fly", 
     
     "Almost", "Got to Keep 
     
     Your 88's straight", 
     
    
   
   
    
     The material 
     
    
   
   
    
     bhbs byline C 
     
    
   
   
    
     although played by the 
     
     band, for what must be 
     
     the millionth time, sounded 
     
     fresh and exciting, New 
     
     material was also added; 
     
     in particular, the song 
     
     "Road Fever", which is also 
     
     the title for the bands 
     
     new album, proved exciting. 
     
     The one member of the 
     
     band I have the greatest 
     
     respect for is Jane 
     
     Vasey, the pianist. Jane 
     
     tastefully pounds away at 
     
     her old upright giving 
     
     us some scorching solos, 
     
     and sane fine vocal work. 
     
     Besides this, she is 
     
     absolutely the most 
     
     beautiful creature I have 
     
     ever seen. To avoid the 
     
     obvious temptation in 
     
     turning the remainder of 
     
     the colurm into an open 
     
     love letter, let it suffice 
     
     to say, Jane if you ever 
     
     want to get married. . . . . 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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