“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a town I’d better get out of.” The Gene Krupa in Augusta Story.
A brave attempt to drag Augusta into the 1930s seems to have failed if the for lease signs at Augusta Home Jazz can be believed. It was certainly a courageous attempt, because Augusta isn’t the first town you’d think of for flatted fifths or beret wearing. In fact the slow moving octogenarians that populate most of this piece of coastal rurotardia would more likely snap a hip than a finger at any breakout of syncopation. It’s the type of place you might consider as the setting for The Zombie Gene Krupa Story. But in any case, now they’ll have to travel as far as Busselton to pick up their upright basses, egg beater drumsticks and trombone slides, and that ute will have to slink away, its tray sadly unfilled with daddyos and hepcats. Auteured by The Country Bandit.