We would have liked. At all.
There 's been more or less like this:
snowing outside. A long, long, time. There's two feet of snow, and you can make puppets. We are undecided whether to quit or not. But then someone speaks a house in the center, a jam session and something else. We do drag, and we're out in 10 minutes. In the snow. A play like children.
And so it goes to the center, near Bryggen.
A fabulous home. Huge, wood. We would have liked a lot, everyone.
The owner is a guy who lives here. He has dreadlocks down to my shoulders, I believe it is African. He invites us to climb immediately to the second floor, the party is there. They all speak fluent in three languages: Norwegian, English and English. They are very nice, and we feel immediately at ease. They dance for a while, there's good music. We eat home-made cakes, made with cinnamon as all the sweets here, and drink what you find. Then the music
ends. We all sit cross-legged on the large carpet in the middle of the room. And wait in silence. There's four guys, and the party really starts. One guitar, one bass, a percussionist. And a voice. Incredible. They play like professionals, but they do it for passion. They start with a couple of spare lenses, then the music becomes more convolgente. Rhythms away, who beat our bodies with violence. The only defense is dancing. Dancing on those tribal drums, bass on those South American countries.
They have played some songs and now the microphone goes to percussionist. E 'skinny, Bassino, and I would not bet anything on his vocal abilities.
But that's where his strength. His voice.
I remain petrified. There
Jimi Hendrix into his chest, crying her freedom, there are Dire Straits and Eric Clapton, AC / DC and Joe Cocker and Neil Young and a bit of Captain Beefheart cock!
We would have liked. Very.
cigarette break. I'm closer to that South American guy so good at singing. I ask him if he has a group. He says no (!). He says he has a "big family". They call it so. They are musicians from all over the world. A big family. And when someone in the family needs a musician does is ask. So always go around with different configurations, improvising, but by the envy of professionals.
The music continues throughout the night. And they range with other musicians. A Norwegian guy on stage salt. Sing some songs rock, totally redone, reinvented by him. Li sings in a thin voice, but intense at the same time. Makes me want to cry.
Then again, it's the turn of a Peruvian girl, songs, typical of their land. And, again, a voice is absolutely indescribable.
All the best musicians in the Bergen meeting in a house. The heat of the music, while the sloping roof windows are covered with snow.
These guys do not need to show the world their talent. He does not care. They play because they feel it inside. They sing because that's what makes them move forward. And prefer to do so in familiar places, in homes, small parties, with their friends.
I am more than convinced. We would have liked. At all.
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