Stewart Rose

I booked Stewart thinking he only played the sax. (Which he will if you want him to) but the guy just lit up the party. He was playing on the patio. While he was on his break one of the guests started to sing Baker Street. Stewart shook his head and said, (Move over Bro) that ain’t how it goes. We soon found out how it went and so did the neighbours who then gatecrashed us. Sax to die for but his flute is stunning. Laid back or what. He plays piano as well but have not heard that.

I am American. To this day I don’t know how Stewart knew that at the time. He was hired to play to people at the door as they came into the party. He must have found out somehow that I was from the States because he came dressed looking like a gangsta from the 20s. Black and white Chicago Brogue shoes, black shirt and white tie, with a Fedora hat and shades. Quite literally Al Capone with a black sax. To be honest I wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t played any music, he looked like the ultimate doorman dressed to kill. The saxophone drifted through the rooms perfectly. He played The Power of Love for me. Ouch. I so much wish he’d played at my wedding, but that was in St Lucia. Would I recommend him? A resounding Yes.