I did play with Jose Saturday, a very good gig we did and I wish you all had been there.
The scenery, as always legendary, the weather just as unpredictably threatening as it should be if you’re doing anything in Norway ( we loves our weather…), and the locals pretty unimpressed.
A pleasant scenery as it ought to be.
My man Jose , part of the festival crew along with Ole Jacob, second-in-command of the festival crewsters and the band’s instrumental chameleon, cruising the scene with a variety of youngsters, all beautiful and confused, but open as they should be for anything to happen.
A fantastic scenery for myself, irresponsible and stupid as I am despite my age. Or because of it, I don’t know. Hanging with Endre Tønnesen, substitute bassist for the occation, A brickmason by trade, this guy can handle a bass. Among other things, girls. He can handle a conversation.
Anyway.
Those two at work, me and Endre on vacation culminated in a very pleasant rhytmhical concert once our drummer Heine joined us on Saturday. The only pro on the team was here to lay down the law, and he did.
The setting couldn’t have been better, the weather god apparently on our side ( thx Thor), the audience softly sweetened first by Jan Eggum then by Torstein Sødal, and his performance again softly sweetened by Inger Lise Rypdal (sorry Torstein, I saw you didn’t enjoy it), the temperature adapting to the heat generated by the increasingly intoxicated audience, we couldn’t lose and didn’t.
A memorable space in time.
To be continued…
As for my appearance the next day, I’m gonna have to get back to you. It’s a different story.
But all hail to Warem for being there. You the man.
