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Jazz Concert at Home© Francisco de Souza
Inside the apartment, it was like being at João Donato’s place with Marcos Valle, Lula Galvao, Joaquim Morelebaum, Rafael Barata, in the Leblon (Rio de Janeiro), in the middle of Jazzsamba and Bassa Nova circles which only the Cariocas (from Rio) know how to play well. But the best Samba ensembles originate in the ghettos. It's there where life is hard, that the new music, from « brazilian lattitudes », is continually renewed. But we weren't at Leblon, but at Bruno's place for sure, at Croix Rousse, having nothing to do with Lyon. Lyon, which is known for its chilly inhabiants, its houses and apartments with codes, digital codes, and door phones. Lyon of the lonely and sad, of four-star dining networks. Lyon of unshakable long lasting friendship. Lyon of true reassuring relationships, frank and without risk. When a person from Lyon says « yes » or « no », it's forever... And when a person from Lyon opens the doors of his house to others, it's a miracle! Let's go, especially to listen to Jazz, the most mixed of all music styles. If you want to know jazz, come to the lattitudes where the word « France » is concerned. This part of the planet is fatherless of its own tempo since the primative regional rythmes did not evolve ( Charles Aznavour). Obviously, Jazz and other music types, coming from elsewhere benefit, from a free and fertile environment. Almost all the continents were present to listen to Sandrine Marchetti’s guests….the apartment, the street and the sound… A tastefully decorated space was well up to par with the warm ambiance created by the sax, accompagnied by the piano , and supported by the bass and the drummer’s swing giving the beat so that Sandrine, Ludovic or Benoit could develop their partition. The living room, kitchen and bedrooms set the stage ; ARE the stage for a wonderful example of the human spirit : kindness. The kindness of Bruno and his family who accepted the risks : to open his apartment to strangers, to be mistaken for an African or Amazonian villager ; to be mistaken for a man interested in money… Maybe it’s the price to pay for those who want to make it happen. Teddy from Bordeaux, and Priscila from Mexico ; recently moved to Lyon, are impressed. « Wow ! » The apartment, the street, the sound. The South in the North. Is it an African village, an Amazonian village or a festive spirit of the favelas on the fourth floor of a Croix Rousse building ? It’s from this place, up there, that Bruno sent a message to the tormented owners of villas, tormented by the harsh clink of forks, the coming and going of plates and dishes in well closed circles. One only thinks about eating and drinking amongst friends. My friends come first ! At Bruno’s place, it is those who found out at the last minute, or those who heard the swing and were courageous enough to come up, who get the best spot ! It’s the notions of individuality, of intimicy and privacy, of « my friends first » that are contested and destabilized. To listen to the music, I stood in a hallway which lead to another place, a bedroom. I didn’t want to go there. But I saw some curious people who went to see. They openned the door and they saw and they heard the bass, the saxophone, the drums and the piano ; notes flowing through out the apartment. What they saw wasn’t as important as what they heard. The whole place was illuminated and coulored in music. The objects, Bruno’s personal effects ; became secondary, stayed in the shadow. At the end of the first set, everyone was chatting humourously. In samba de roda, the public sings and participates. The public is not only a spectator like with Jazz at home. We hope this will change… The musicians : English, Iranian, Tunisien, Haïtian, Mexicain, Brazilian ; and the blue-eyed blond of mixed spirit, who lives next door… I spoke with her. Bruno’s initiative has allowed us to get together to talk and listen, to listen and talk ; more than just eat. The gluttonous folie which usually bothers us during these never-ending meetings dedicated to pathological gastronomy, is replaced by the music proposed by Sandrine Marchetti (piano), Jean Joly ( drums), Benjamin Guyot(bass), Benoit Baud(sax), Basile Mouton (bass), Ludovic Yapoudjian(piano). Who’s next ? Bruno shows us the way… |
