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Son micro compagnon
Posé
Collé
Au Synthé
Posé au dessus
Du clavier
Il pose
Prend
Repose
Le micro
A chaque intervention
Il switch
De la musique
A la parole
En soulevant le micro
Et en se retournant
He turns round
And speaks to us
Bonsoir
He repeatedly introduces his band
Bass
Drums
And hardly mentions
His name
Christian sands
The only moment we’ll hear
A lyric
Is bruce lee
In the synth
Saying
Be water
My friend
For two hours we’ll all be peers
It’s hard to find water
In the sands
But at sea or in the pier
The task is easier
He swooshes his grey suit round
He’s really all
Suits and smiles
And heads turn round
To set back into the music
It’s funny
His synth intervenes
In the first piece
Only
It talks too
It says to be water
And then drops
Sound drops
Echoing with his neighbor
The bass
Bass stepping on water
Too bad it’s not the sea bass swimming
But you could almost think
With how smooth
They all swim together
On that stage
They really do come from under
His feet move
His feet are moving and dancing
Not just to swoosh around and
Talk to us
But his feet move and dance
Like the bass sounds like it’s
Stepping on water
He’s probably trying to
Be like water
My friends
My peers
And
Our feet echo
With their doing
And the synth
It drops
It’s a synth of water drops
I kinda hear echoing
Like echoes in
Pompei
The whale echoing
In the ruins
And
Drums reverberating from
Pink Floyd intruding
They intruded my mind during that part of the piece
And then I just came back
They caught me back in their sea
Through
Looks and smiles between
Them
And us
And eased me back
Into
Their flow
They’re looking and smiling
At each other
They gently
Encourage and
Follow the
Lead
Of one another
From one to the other
They jump from one to the other
It’s exactly like
Sebastian
Explained to
Mia
In
La
La
Land
One player is doing his thing
And he’s trying to communicate with others
Jazz
Is about compromise and communication
It’s hardly relaxing
Like when Sidney Bechet shot somebody because of a wrong note comment
But
Here
They’re just smiling and communicating
It’s very communicative
It’s almost contagious
It’s catchy
It catches you
And you’re caught up in their
Fishnet
In knots
En noeud
Comme l’état de son cou quand il se retourne
Après un
Woosh
Et introduit
Son
Band
Et nous
Nos noeuds dans le cou
A force de
Suivre au rythme de leur cours
Do
De leur marée
A coups de hochements de tête
As we sway from side to side
A coups de sway de la tête
Du buste
De claquement de nos doigts
De tapotements sur nos genoux
Pour imiter ses doigts qui tapotent
Les touches
Blanches
Noires
On s’insère dans leur conversation
En observateurs qui envoient
Des signaux
Qui ne pertubent pas les signaux qu’ils font
Passer de l’un à l’autre
Notre seul signal
Indicateur
Notre clap
Our applaudissements
We clap and they go on
One lady at some point was alone
I find it kinda frustrating to interrupt them in their moments of
Communicating
Or solo sharing to
The band
The audience
A solo offering to the room
To the sea of people
And sometimes you hear a cry from one
A cry of appreciation
A cry of help
A cry of recognition
A cry of warning
A cry here and there
Comme ils sautent de l’un à l’autre à
Coups de main
Coups d’oeil
Coup de sourire
Des flashs
On zappe de son
De l’un à l’autre
On les suit quand ils se lancent la balle
Et on peut se laisser porter par un qui se fait entourer des autres
Et l’on saute à un autre quand on veut
Sometimes you don’t know why
You focus on
One
Or multiple
Sometimes they make space for one or the other
But
Sometimes
You just isolate one
In your ears
Speaking of ears
At one point
I caught
Myself
Looking and listening to the drums
Because of the pearl
On his ear
It was shining
Like no tomorrow
In the middle of the dim sea
I see it
And I see and hear only it and
The arms extended from
It
When it’s his time to take space in this
And
I’m not just the only one listening to him only
He
Uses his drums
As bongos
Odd
His palms are his tools
And his palms are the only thing we hear
We see
And it even surprises me
When from
Out of nowhere
I see
And hear
Sticks used to pursue
His limelight
Soon passed on
A cry from there
And it passes on
One has his knees and shoulders in it too
It’s not just a cry
It’s his whole
That
Is excited
As we are
To
Compliment
Pursue that current
And delve into the next
Thought bubbles I, (can we talk?)
And then turns into
Thought bubbles II, (do not disturb)
Thought bubbles, don’t disturb them
Otherwise whiplash’ll come your way
The currents are agitated
Or maybe it’ll be
Charlie Parker’s fault
Time to decide
Or
The surprise
Of hearing this story
From the mic
After a swoosh
Of suits and smiles
Brubeck
You know Brubeck
Or probably this
Or that
* you need to imagine him playing bits
And pieces
From
Time out
No not the thing you say in a game
The album
Imagine it
In a
Thought
Go on
I won’t disturb you *
I played with Brubeck
When I was a kid with my brother
On the drums there
Brubeck once taught me a song
* proceeds to play a song from Time out
Makes it thrice as long as the one on the album
For our greatest pleasure *
Before playing and talking about Brubeck and
His childhood
He’d spotted a kid in the front row
Fist bumped him
Gotta admit
That’s a cool kid going to see jazz
He said he was about his age when he learned that song from Brubeck
In his home
Turns out
Brubeck was
Kinda my childhood too without me knowing
He’s familiar to me now
But I kinda was like the people in the room who didn’t know his name as a kid sitting on the carpet
I just knew what Christian played on his piano with his magic fingers
I would’ve rung bells to the keynotes
When I was as high as the piano keys
Brubeck
was with me
For the last three weeks too
Weird
I just stumbled upon
Time out
And decided to play it
To work
To fall asleep
With him
Turns out
I heard him tonight
Thrice as long as the original
But still heard him
In a big dark room
Contrary to my cozy
Autumn afternoons
With leaves sticking to my shoes
And raincoat
When coming back from running around the park
To the jazz-filled
living room
When I look back
I wonder
Why did I even ever ask myself why jazz was associated with NY and autumn in my brain
I never knew it was Brubeck specifically playing in the living room back in NY
He blended in with other jazz players like Bill Evans, Coltrane and Davis and all that jazz
In that 40m2 appt
He just played in the living room
Speaking of childhood
Living rooms
Yes but let’s move to the
Kitchen
Do you smell it
Well they tried to make us smell it too
They ended on a
High
_ J’ai chaud
j’ai mal
J’en ai mal à la poitrine
Les doigts qui se tapotent au rythme de la tête de Christian
Sands
Sable
Sur ses dunes
Qu’il monte
Qu’il descend
Au rythme des touches
Et de son genou qui monte qui descend
Son buste qui balance
D’avant
En arrière
Qui s’approche
Du clavier
Qui s’éloigne
Du clavier
He sees-
He -saws
The keys _MMC
Mom’s Mac and cheese
Family business
Mom’s cooking
I guess after rehearsing with greats as Brubeck
You gotta get fuel
With your drum playing brother
Mac and cheese it is
Suits and smiles
The mic is lifted one last time
If you like the concert and want an autograph come after the show at the signing
If you dont like it
Buy it for someone you hate and give it to him
Gotta like a piano player who cracks jokes at a supposed serious concert In suits and smiles
It’s called entertainment
Encore:
What’s the vibe?
Funky?
Groovy?
Both? Everything?
We’ll do it all
And
I guess that deserves a clap
Cuz I just got whiplash
Two hours on
From
Excitement
Nostalgia
And all that jazz
And I just got a whiff of the ladie’s perfume in front of me and she smells like my high school English teacher I saw the day before
And just like Christian it made me :
Je m’éloigne
Je me rapproche
Du piano
Oh and they did play Olivia
_ recollection of notes scribbled in the dark, I did my best _