Saturday, May 18, 2013
Sylvaine has just put the finishing touches on a children's photo book entitled "Some Birds..." that Pelican Publishing Co. will put out in October. The book features photos of 29 different species of birds, photographed mainly at Audubon and City Parks in New Orleans, accompanied by short humorous texts. The idea is to charm, amuse, and educate young readers about the habits and habitats of birds. We've just set up a Facebook page on "Some Birds..." Check it out:
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, May 22: Palm Court, 1206 Decatur Street, 8 - 11 p.m. With Lars Edegran's Palm Court All-Stars featuring vocalist Topsy Chapman.
Sunday, May 26: Preservation Hall, 726 St. Peter Street, 8 - 11 p.m. With New Orleans LEgacy Band.
Wednesday, June 5: Palm Court, 1206 Decatur Street, 8 - 11 p.m. With Lars Edegran's Palm Court All-Stars featuring vocalist Topsy Chapman.
Thursday, June 6: Preservation Hall, 726 St. Peter Street, 8 - 11 p.m. With Lars Edegran Band.
Wednesday, June 12: Palm Court, 1206 Decatur Street, 8 - 11 p.m. With Lars Edegran's Palm Court All-Stars featuring vocalist Topsy Chapman.
June 15 - October 1: Summering in France. See you in the fall!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Friday, August 17, 2012
Just back from the "Jazz in Marciac" festival in southwest France. Founded 35 years ago by the local mayor, Jean-Louis Guilhaumon, this annual event in a small village of 1,100 souls has become one of Europe's major jazz festivals, drawing a quarter of a million visitors over a two week period. Headliners this year included Wynton Marsalis, Harry Connick, Jr., Sonny Rollins, Lucky Peterson, Bobby McFerrin, Esperanza Spalding, Joshua Redman, and Diana Reeves, among others.
The big name artists all performed under a 5,000-seat tent, while a stage set up in the town square hosted the so-called "Off Festival" acts. That's where I performed on August 14th and 15th with a hand-picked group of Europe-based musicians under the name of the "Tommy Sancton New Orleans Swing Sextet." The band consisted of trumpeter Jerome Etcheberry (France), bassist Mathias Allamane (France), drummer Guillaume Nouaux (France), trombonist and vocalist Paddy Sherlock (Ireland), guitarist David Blenkhorn (Australia, now living in France) and myself (New Orleans) on clarinet.
|Tommy Sancton New Orleans Swing Sextet at Marciac|
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Open-air markets are an age-old tradition in France. In Saint Germain-en-Laye, the town we live in some 10 miles west of Paris, there are markets on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. The marketplace covers an area half the size of a football field on a paved square surrounded by 18th and 19th century apartment buildings. At one end of the square, there is an arcaded row of shops and cafes; the other end is occupied by the post office. In the middle of the square there is a fountain that jets up from ground level. In hot weather, kids run or ride their bikes through it, pealing with laughter as they soak themselves to the bone.
On market days, they turn off the fountain and the whole square is covered with stalls selling everything from fresh fruit and produce to fish, meat (including horse meat and rabbit of course), wild game (in season), pots and pans, clothing. The colors are vibrant—red tomatoes and radishes; green lettuce, zucchini, avocados; orange apricots; yellow lemons and grapefruit. There are a dozen kinds of whole fish on beds of shaved ice—tuna, salmon, bass, trout, mackerel, swordfish, sprats, sardines, skate, sole, rougets (small redfish)—and mounds of oysters, mussels, clams, shrimp, lobsters, crayfish (called ecrévisse, nothing like our crawfish). In season (November through January), you can see wild rabbit, hare, even whole deer, hanging by their hooves in their full coats of fur. And hovering over it all is the sound of voices—vendors hawking their wares with a cacophony of shouts and chants.
Sylvaine and I like to go into town on the market days, not just to shop, but to take in the spectacle. I usually get a Herald-Tribune or a French newspaper (unlike New Orleans, you can choose between five or six different dailies) and take a table at a sidewalk café facing the market. The one I prefer is called the Café de l’Industrie. The interior was recently redone and still seems a little strange to me—too clean, too modern--but outside on the terrace, under a burgundy-colored parasol, with a cup of expresso and my paper, I feel right at home. Even after all these years, it always feels like I’m on vacation when I’m on the terrace of l’Industrie.
We have what the French call “nos habitudes” at l’Industrie. One of the waiters used to go out with our daughter, and he always greets us warmly. His name is Franck with a “c”. He is about 40 now, jowly and thick-waisted in place of the trim figure he had when we first met. He sports a gold-stud ear-ring. Franck has been a garçon de café since he was 18. His father retired from the same place several years back after 50 years of wearing the traditional white apron and wielding trays full of coffee and beer and wine. You hear a lot of talk about jobs of the future, but for a lot of people here, the jobs of the past suit them just fine. Franck is a happy man, supports a wife and two kids, does his job well and seems to enjoy it.
So do the truck farmers, butchers, fishermen, and vendors on the market place. Most of the vendors keep up a steady chatter, talking to the customers, joking with one another, hawking their wares with rhythmic chants. Nothing is pre-packaged. You want cheese? Tell them how much you want and they’ll slice it right there and wrap it up in colored wax paper. Same with meat—beef, veal, lamb, pork, horse, rabbit, chicken, duck. All cut and prepared to order. Ditto the fish, gutted, cleaned and scaled before your eyes.
You can see how European marketplaces formed the center of social and economic life over the centuries. What is bought and sold there now forms only a fraction of overall commerce in France—the supermarkes and hypermarkets and Walmart equivalents dominate here as elsewhere—but the social function of the market remains. Sylvaine has a relationship with the vendors—they recognize her, know what she likes, exchange banter and pleasantries with her. We run into neighbors, acquaintances or just familiar faces of people we see regularly but don’t know. Even after our long absence, the vendors recognized her, asked about her “séjour” in the U.S. And even the vendors she doesn’t like, and avoids, are part of this market-centered social life. (“Don’t buy anything from this greengrocer, he sold me rotten peaches last year.”) Sylvaine hardly ever buys food in a supermarket. There is an open-air market somewhere nearby—St. Germain, Le Vesinet, Chatou--almost every day of the week.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Sylvaine and I just spent three days in St. Valery en Caux, a fishing village on the coast of the Upper Normandy where we have a summer house. St. Valery is nestled into a natural breach in the chalk cliffs that line the Channel coast from Fécamp to Dieppe. About half of its original stone and brick houses were destroyed by Field Marshal Erwin Rommel after he captured the town in June 1940 in one of the last battles before the French surrender and armistice. Most of the seafront was hastily rebuilt after the war, but the old part of town, where he have our house, still has the look and feel of "old" St. Valery. The town's centerpiece is an ancient port lined by 40-foot high stone walls. The tides are so strong that the port empties out at low tide and the level rises 30 feet or more at high tide. The beach is covered with stones that were originally part of the cliffs. Walking on them in bare feet is painful, which, along with the chilly waters, keeps the tourist population down to tolerable levels compared to, say, Deauville with its powdery sand beach or the more famous Mediterranean resorts. On this weekend, though, there was a large crowd in town for the annual "Fête de la Mer," which attracts spectacular sailing ships from all over Europe and features outdoor concerts, food vendors and local arts and crafts. Sort of like Jazzfest without the jazz. The weather was typical for a Normandy summer: rain and overcast alternating with sunny spells and average temperatures in the 60s and 70s. It's hard to make the locals believe in global warming. During the five years since we bought our house there, we have gotten to know the place pretty well. It has a long, dark history--plagues in the Middle Ages, countless shipwrecks and drownings at sea, wartime destruction, etc.--all which makes it a fascinating setting for novel I am currently working on.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
My New Orleans Legacy Band hit the road earlier this summer on a 10-day tour of Switzerland and Germany, June 19 - June 30. High points were jazz festivals in St. Gallen and Rapperswil, and of course the JazzAscona Festival on the beautiful shores of Lake Maggiore. I have been playing at Ascona off and on since 1989, and it is always a thrill to return to this charming lakeside town with its winding alleys and pastel-colored Italianate buildings set against the backdrop of Alpine hills. With five outdoor stages, Ascona was a great listening experence for us as well as a privileged venue for our own concerts. Standouts among the bands we heard were trumpeter/trombonist Wycliff Gordon's tribute to Louis Armstrong featuring the spectacular drumming of New Orleans's own Herlin Riley; Trombonist Dan Barnett's Australians; and Germany's Maryland Jazz Band featuring my old friend and fellow clarinetist John Defferary. My own band--Clive Wilson (tpt), Lars Edegran (pno), Ronell Johnson (trombone), Richard Moten (bass), Walter Harris (drums), and myself--was joined for the occasion by the soulful and dynamic London-based singer Denise Gordon. Also along on the trip was Rachel Johnson, Ronell's lovely bride of one year, who got her first taste of Europe on the tour and took these pictures. It all ended too soon, but we hope to do a repeat performance in 2013. It's a great way to beat the N.O. heat!
Lagniappe! Here are some video clips from our Ascona appearances:
Lagniappe! Here are some video clips from our Ascona appearances: