Bill's Big Bag of JAZZ ONIONS

Everything you hear is real. Even if it isn’t. with “Little” Alonzo Reed.

Time is off here—always just a little late. “Half past what?” they never say. With special guest ‘Blind’ Kenneth Holloway

Jazz from the void. For those who know the echo is the message. with Benny “The Static” Rollins.

Jazz, debts, secrets—all logged, never forgotten. Jazz sermons from The Reverend Echo Gold, The Pirate Preacher of Midnight Radio.

Where the sun sets, the needle drops, and the frequencies get darker. with Chaz “Razor” Mancini

Stylish and dangerous, like lipstick on a cigarette or blood in the static. Curated by Smokestack “Stacks” Delroy.

Experience the magic of jazz played by a band of celestial beings, who live in a 4th dimension just outside St Albans…

Jazz so cool, it’s like ice melting in a glass of whiskey…

Picture jazz tunes drifting like stinky leaves in the autumn breeze…

Jazz that glows like embers in the dark…

Feel the rhythm of jazz played by a band of time-bending musicians…

Jazz so smooth, it’s like velvet wrapped around your socks…

Imagine jazz melodies floating like clouds in a clear blue sky over East Basildon…

Jazz that shimmers like sunlight on Perrier water…

Feel the beat of jazz performed by a band of cosmic leather hat makers…

Jazz that flows like a river of sound through the heart of north Romford, just past the marketplace, and on towards Gidea Park…

Experience the wonder of jazz played by a band of dream-weavers who have had a few crafty jars of Guinness…

Jazz so cool, it’s like a breeze on a hot summer night…

Picture jazz tunes swirling like smoke in a dimly lit speakeasy near central Oslo…

Jazz that sparkles like stars in the midnight sky over Chelmsford…

Venetia Tardy-Bint puts down her husband and her favourite hounds, to guest present and curl out her favourite Jazz notes.

Gus Slippers, the worlds leading Electric Oboe jazzer, comes over from his Amsterdam House Boat to guest present current sounds from ‘The Dam’

Francis Futty-Butty Benson has a go at guest presenting, despite his mind being in 3 different counties at the same time.

Feel the pulse of jazz played by a band of mystical creatures in an enchanted forest, watched by an audience with hairy feet…

Raymond Keith Stools ate and drank alternative jazz in Wolverhampton for much of the 1970s and 1980s, and occasionally plays impromptu gigs at the Wolverhampton Co-op, Hall Green Road.

The final dollop of cover versions of compositions by the great man, Mr Frank Zappa.

More compositions by the great man covered by lesser men (and women) although they are pretty good (just not as good).

Yes, it smells. But not too much.

Even more cover versions of the great man’s compositions.

More cover versions of the great man’s compositions.

Cover versions of the great man’s compositions

Jazz so smooth, it’s like silk sliding through your fingers…

Imagine jazz melodies drifting through the air like whispers from another dimension…

Jazz that dances like fireflies high on Lucozade…

Feel the rhythm of jazz performed by a band of intergalactic taxi drivers…

Experience the magic of jazz played by a ghostly orchestra in an abandoned bus shelter on Wivenhoe High Street…

Jazz that flows like liquid gold from a trumpet kissed by Dave’s mum…

Picture jazz tunes echoing through the neon-lit streets of a futuristic Colchester…

Jazz so cool, it’s like a midnight jam session on a glacier…

Jazz so deep, it’s like diving into the ocean of sound…

Feel the groove of jazz performed by a band of cheese-loving hipsters

Imagine the smoothest jazz played on a saxophone made of moonlight…

stand up, stand up, stand up, and JAZZ…

come, my clucking jazz chickens…

Jazz penguins practicing philosophy…

Jazz sunglasses refusing to acknowledge your own ears…

When gravity signed a waiver…

Forget that the room is on fire…

Notes drifting like smoke signals…