Maharaja Blues

Venue: Red Lion, Leek, Staffordshire   Address : 7 Market Place, Leek, Staffordshire, ST13 5HH, United Kingdom. Date : Saturday 4th October 2025 Time : 3.30pm Free entry, part of Leek Blues and Americana Festival  Feathers at the Red Lion  by The Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo  I flew into Leek on a Saturday breeze,   Wearing socks made of jazz and a monocle of cheese.   The Red Lion roared in a pub-shaped grin,   And Maharaja Blues were tuning within.   A tiger tapped rhythms on a marmalade drum,   While a fox hummed blues through a harmonica thumb.   The rooster strummed chords with a resonant cluck,   And the bear played a bass made of luck.   I perched on a pint, sipped a riff from the air,   While conformity sulked in its sensible chair.   “Too loud,” it muttered, “Too wild, too pink!”   But I danced on the bar and spilled thoughts in ink.  ...

The news as reported by the Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo  “Darlings! A revelation from the Cubist cosmos! A lost Picasso—reborn in flamingo form—has pirouetted into our plane! Three divine dancers, all beak and bravado, captured mid-sashay in fractured geometry and unapologetic plumage. It’s not just art—it’s avian transcendence!" It is believed to be from Picasso's very brief 'pink' period. It lasted 1 painting. The painting suddenly appeared last Tuesday morning at a student house in Liverpool.  The Discovery In Liverpool’s quiet student flat,   Where toast burns slow and socks fall flat,   A shimmer split the kitchen air—   A portal pulsed beside the chair.   From folds of time, with feathers flared,   Three flamingos, boldly squared,   Danced out in hues of blush and grace,   Picasso’s dream with beaky face.   Their limbs were lines, their wings askew,   In fractured pink and cob...

We played in 2024 too. Both gigs were lovely so we thought it needed a little special commemoration. Harbour Notes The tide rolls in with a hush of brass,   Sunlight dapples the decks of glass,   Boats nod gently in rhythm and rhyme,   As music drifts on maritime time. Rich bends notes like sails in flight,   A six-string shimmer in golden light,   Dilwyn breathes blues through silver reeds,   A harmonica sigh where the seagull feeds. The Yacht Club glows with quiet grace,   A haven carved in a salt-kissed place,   Laughter clinks in glasses raised,   While harbour winds applaud, amazed. 🍰 And on the table, heaven laid—   Apple, blackberry, tray bake made,   Golden crust with berry burst,   Each bite a hymn, the soul rehearsed. Each chord a ripple, each riff a wave,   Echoing tales the sea once gave,   And as the dusk begins to fall,   Th...

  The QR code points to:  https://qrco.de/bg9sTy Venue  The Castle, Aldgate East, E1 1LN. 3 min walk from Aldgate East tube station. Aldgate East is 6 mins on Hammersmith & City line from Liverpool St,  4 mins from Monument station on the District Line. Schedule  Pub opens at 4pm Doors open 7.15pm. (Upstairs) 8.00pm Welcome by MC Ashley Tragic 8.10pm Spiral Arm Galaxy 9.00pm Interval 9.25pm Ashley Tragic with Maharaja Blues 9.30pm Maharaja Blues Tickets site   https://www.tickettailor.com/events/maharajabluesband/1806521 Tee shirts Maharaja Blues Tee shirts We did go to the venue to check it out first... Our cat did a dry run too. Who are Maharaja Blues? about-maharaja-blues Video Post gig blogs Journey to the gig and photo selection the-chronicle-of-ashley-tragic chronicle-of-spiral-arm-galaxy chronicle-maharaja-blues-in-aldgate   Full story index blog-story-category-index

Under Devauden’s Stars In Devauden we came to play,   On a chilly summer’s day.   The rain it played hide and seek  with the clouds,   While in the yurt,  we played music loud.   A stage within the House of Roots,   A Mongolian yurt—a festival’s heart.   Amidst the stars, we let our blues soar,   Maharajas grew from three to four.   The air alive with rhythm and sound,   Amongst great talent, we stood our ground.   Yet humbled we felt, embraced in grace,   By Nature Humble, Kate’s enchanting space.   A gathering rich in harmony’s spark,   The House of Roots, an ark of art.   So fortunate were we this day,   Amongst Devauden’s stars,  we found our way. Full story index blog-story-category-index

  Richard the Red Rooster There’s a rooster named Richie Red, Too lazy to crow from his bed. But dobro in hand, He dazzles the band— With vocals that turn every head. Satinder the Red Tiger Satinder the red kitty roars bright, His tabla unleashes rhythmic might. With paws drumming fire, He never tires His beats hold the blues just right. Jon the Wily Red Fox A fox with a harmonica spell, Makes sorrow and joy gel. He bends every note, With soul in his throat— And stories in his heart, he’s swell. Miku the Red Bear Miku, the bear, to this gig is brand new, My Hofner bass thuds right through. With paws thick and bold, I groove pure gold— Driving this red hot retinue. The Cool Crowd You guys and gals in sun-sizzled style, Each sweat-beaded grin alight with a smile. With hips in a sway, You grooved through the hot day— Hot hearts in true fest style. The Stage The Clock Tower blazed like a pyre, Each speaker a furnace of fire. Us nerds red and bold, Let our rhythms unfold— And the set ne...