<html><head></head><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15182" dir="ltr" align="center">My late friend Ian Begg, who was amused to be introduced to Ray Brown, Monty Alexander and Herb Ellis as the architect of the Edinburgh Hotel where they'd spent the night (not to mention the conversion of the concert hall where he'd heard them the night before!) -- beats being introduced to the chef! -- enjoyed later in his ninety-first year Evan Christopher's gig in Plockton Hall in the north west Scottish Highlands. Evan was amazed when he learned there had been somebody in the audience who as a wartime conscript had been a patron of Nick's in New York over seventy years before. <br></div><div dir="ltr" align="center">Ian remained enthusiastic about the times he heard Muggsy & co. <br></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15491" align="center">One thing he said should be noted. The music was wonderful AND IT WAS NOT LOUD.</div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15490" align="center"><br></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15489" align="center">Come to think of it, hearing the Hot Antic Jazz Band in Edinburgh 35 years ago, they also sounded quieter as well as better with Doc Cheatham added to the regular ensemble. <br></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15488" align="center"><br></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1539189429995_15487" align="right">Robert R. Calder <br></div></div></body></html>