The Geordie Jazz Man

In 2011 I was present at a reunion of people involved in Newcastle’s club scene in the 1960s. The rendezvous took place at the Jazz Café on Pink Lane, a venue owned and run by the eccentric, charismatic Keith Crombie also known locally as ‘The Jazz Man’. Although it had been nearly forty years since I’d lived in the northeast I was well aware of the celebrity status that Keith had acquired in recent years. His name had cropped up many times while I was researching material for this web site, in particular regarding his involvement in some of the Newcastle clubs in the sixties. I also had vague memories of meeting him in his role as a doorman at the Club A’Gogo when I played in northeast bands back then.

It was a pleasure to meet Keith in May 2011 and to have a look around the Jazz Café, which at the time struck me as being a combination of a ‘shabby chic’ bar, a dilapidated 1960’s transport café and a second hand bookshop.

The Jazz Cafe reunion in 2011 with Keith Crombie far left.
The Jazz Cafe reunion in 2011 with Keith Crombie far left.

A few months after the Jazz Café get-together I was contacted by a lady called Abi Lewis who asked if I could help out with some background information in connection with a film she was making about Keith Crombie and the Jazz Café. Although my knowledge of Keith was limited, I was able to provide Abi with some contact information and some images used on the Club A’Gogo page of this web site.

Sadly, the following year Keith died of pneumonia but by this time Abi had accumulated enough interview footage of him to be able to complete the project.

Since 2011 I’ve kept abreast of the progress of the film through social media and various Internet sites. A week or so ago I read that the completed film, entitled ‘The Geordie Jazz Man’, was being premiered at the Long Beach Indie International Film Festival in California. This was followed by a surprise invitation to a private screening of the film on 9th September at the Tyneside Cinema, Newcastle. Although my contribution to the film was quite minimal, Abi Lewis kindly asked me along to the screening along with others who were involved in the production.

So after a six-hour drive to the northeast followed by an hour and a half of gridlocked traffic in the streets of Newcastle looking for a parking spot, I eventually got to see the long awaited film. And I wasn’t disappointed.

Keith Crombie handing out flyers for the Jazz Cafe (click on picture to expand)

The documentary is a well thought out amalgamation of interviews with Keith, anecdotes from his friends, historical film footage and still photographs. Some of those interviewed were; film producer Mike Figgis, Royal Shakespeare Company actor Greg Hicks, jazz musician Wynton Marsalis and Animal vocalist Eric Burdon. There are also interviews with several of Keith’s Newcastle buddies such as Bertie Forster and Marshall Hall. Some of the stories are hilarious including those about his policy for letting people into the Jazz Café; it was quite simple, if he didn’t like the look of you, you didn’t get in. And if you did gain entry you couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t be banned or ejected at a later stage – and that included the musicians! As Marshall Hall stated in the film; Keith didn’t much go for the average Newcastle Joe on the street – he much preferred to have students and intellectual types in his venue. I guess if it hadn’t have been for the reunion in 2011, I wouldn’t have stood a chance of getting into the Jazz Café!

The film also includes stories about Keith’s clashes with the authorities whilst he was handing out leaflets on the streets of Newcastle and at the university.

Keith's funeral cortege in 2012
Keith’s funeral cortege in 2012

Although the film concentrates on Keith’s Jazz Café years, it has enough detail about Newcastle’s music scene in the sixties to give a clear picture of how his interest in jazz developed and how he achieved his ambition to keep live jazz going in Newcastle, initially through his first club – Josephine’s and for the last twenty years of his life at the Jazz Café. The most poignant part of the film is the footage of Keith’s funeral in 2012 but even this section is uplifting by demonstrating how well respected and liked he was by the people of Newcastle.

Obviously the film will be of great interest to those northeasterners who frequented the Jazz Café, encountered him giving out leaflets in Newcastle or knew him personally. But will it have the same appeal to a wider audience? In my opinion the documentary is made in such a way that it should keep most people entertained from start to finish. Abi and her team should be very proud of their work and look forward to a successful outcome when the documentary is put on general release.

The post-screening Q & A session
The post-screening Q & A session
Me with Producer/Director Abi Lewis and Director of Photography James Cook
Me with Producer/Director Abi Lewis and director of Photography James Cook

The screening was followed by a question and answer session involving Abi, Director of Photography – James Cook, Eric Burdon and radio presenter, Steve Drayton. Eric Burdon had a few more amazing stories to tell about Keith, including one bizarre tale, not in the film, about a high-speed motorway drive and a lewd encounter with Royalty. I’m going to follow Eric’s example and finish with another Keith Crombie story that is not part of the film. The story was posted to the ‘Beebop Spoken Here’ website by one of Keith’s long-time friends, Wally Nash following his death: –

“When he had Josephine’s I had brought an American girl over and we went to see him. At the door he had a chalk sign listing the available wines; ‘RED WINE THREE POUNDS’ ‘WHITE WINE THREE POUNDS’. There was a rather refined older couple at the door in front of us and the gentleman asked to see the wine list. For some reason this caused Keith great ire. He puffed himself up, went red in the face and in his own delicate style said very loudly, pointing at the chalkboard, “Fucking red wine’s three pounds, fucking white wine’s three pounds and if you don’t like that you can fuck off!” The refined lady nearly passed out. Then he saw me, pushed them out of the way and grabbed me and dragged me inside.”

Wally Nash (left) and Keith (right) in 2011. The gentleman in the centre is Marcus Levey who owned the Dolce Vita up to 1965.
Wally Nash (left) and Keith (right) in 2011. The gentleman in the centre is Marcus Levey who owned the Dolce Vita up to 1965.

There’s another great story by Wally on the same site, which can be found on this link.

The ‘Geordie Jazz Man’ isn’t yet available to the general public but Abi and her team are hoping that it will be released after this year’s festival season. I’ll post something on this site when it happens but you can keep abreast of what’s going on by checking out the Geordie Jazz Man Doc Facebook Page.

7 thoughts on “The Geordie Jazz Man

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    Another great story highlighting the cultural importance of the NE.
    I’d love to see the movie.


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    I so miss that irascible character Keith Crombie. I’d come up to the northeast to study dance in 1981. While working at Blackfriars Brasserie (somewhere in Newcastle town centre) I met Keith. I thought he was a down and out. He used to chat and took an interest in me. He liked to collect interesting artistic young women – not in a sinister way but he enjoyed nurturing people.
    One evening I met him at Julies club on The Quayside and he asked me if I wanted to do some modelling. The money was good so I accepted. He had an amateur photographic studio above his second hand shop in Westgate Road. All sorts of humanity came into that shop. Some with goods that probably were not obtained through purchase. Sometimes he would buy from a homeless guy called Eric Bagel who lived in a tomb in the cemetery. Keith called it his “personal form of socialism” supporting these eccentric social outcasts that came by.
    The thing that spurred me to write was his harsh attitude to prospective customers. They would walk in and ask to look at a Leica camera from the window display. Keith would growl while pacing tiny steps side to side, from under his beard, “well do you want to buy the fucking thing, because if you don’t fuck off.” He could be quite misogynist too and had no time for women if they were “ugly” and I was flabbergasted by his open hostility to people.
    However I was lucky enough to receive his generous care after he saw my cold barely furnished Gateshead flat. I had awful dermatitis on my hands from my restaurant job and he used to bandage them up for me.
    His flat in Jesmond had a big empty fish tank once full of tropical fish that the “bastards” at the electricity board killed when they cut off his supply due to an unpaid bill. He resolved his gas supply issue by buying gas tanks and using big gas heaters.
    He love Bauhaus style and had glass cabinets full of beautiful models of cars and trains and art deco pieces.
    He began my love of jazz and made me tapes. I heard Al Bowley and discovered George Benson had a jazz guitar career before I knew him as a jazz soul singer.
    He used to phone me after I left Newcastle and returned to London. It would always be at midnight after the club closed. I last saw him in 2001 and he continued to phone until 2008. He was broken hearted when his lovely Sky Baby had to return to China.
    I think he thought perhaps he was intruding but I just could not answer the phone at midnight anymore.
    I discovered while searching for online information about him that he died in 2012.
    I sent a photo to Abi Lewis of her father Deryk that I had. There are so many funny events I could describe at his restaurant, The Barn.
    Finally Josephines remained as it was for years, from the night it got shut down, like a jazz Marie Celeste with half smoked cigarettes in full ashtrays.
    RIP Keith.


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    He used to come into the Hilton Hotel in Gateshead in his beret and coat with handmade fliers when I worked as a concierge there. That would have been sometime between 2006 & 2010.


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    I went to school (Rutherford Grammar) 1951-56 with Keith.
    We were very good mates but he was as truculent even then. Never suffered fools (full stop!) That included most members of staff.
    I moved away in 1959 but when ever I came to see parents and ran into Keith, always greeted me warmly.


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    I am sister of Tony Herb and Ray and Peter Gillman fond memories of Keith on visits to our house and re union at Jazz Cafe about 1995 amazing character always treated me with affection and repect


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    I Knew ‘Keith Crombie’ from 1967, when, in an interview on TV with Malcolm Young (Det. Isp.), head of the drug squad, on TV he appeared as ‘Dennis’, commenting on drug use in Newcastle. We knew him as ‘Ginger Ken’, or more notoriously, as ‘Blackpool Turdley’. He would regularly turn up at our flat, and demand special treatment, because he was ‘paranoid’. A friend of mine spent half a dollar to make a record in a booth at the central station of a song called ‘Blackpool Turdley’s Paranoid, do da, do da’ to (roughly) the tune of ‘Camp town Races’, with harmonica and comb-and paper accompaniment. We played it to Malcolm Young (q.v.) who laughed himself silly! Unfortunately, the disc went missing with the passage of time, but I have recently re-established contact with the author of the thing. Those were the days, my friend!


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    Total coincidence … following another thread and blundered across your post … hahaha doo da


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