Once again, we all headed toward Parc Floral to complete our weekend routine of listening to the jazz performances. The first band on stage, “Vincent Courtois,” played with a very avant-garde style. The screaming female vocalist sounded like a beached whale and the trombone player played at intervals too sporadic for my interest. “Le Gros Cube d’Alban Darche” was the next ensemble to perform; they started out strong with fluid technique and swingy folk melodies. Towards the end, they opted to play awful renditions of the “Queen” rock band and sounded no different than regular drunk singers from a late-night karaoke bar. Our class left that Saturday afternoon in heavy disgust. 🎸
Luckily, the talent showcased in Sunday’s concerts was somewhat better. We first heard the “Emile Parisien Quartet” which began by playing classical excerpts from Fauré. The belly dancing antics combined with the masterful instrumental control of the alto saxophonist was the highlight of the show. Lastly, the “Jean-Marie Machado-Danzas” group took the stage and transitioned slow ballads into fierce tribal music. The creativity of the sputtering flutist and the inventive pianist kept the show alive. Hands down, Sunday’s concert sounded way better than a beached whale. That’s for sure. 🐳
hahaha i love your descriptions...'beached whale,' 'regular drink singers from a late night karaoke bar' XP that sounds awful! i'm glad the sunday was better :)
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