…here’s the thing. I have some awesomely cool friends.
I’m hanging out with some of the guys at Marciac Jazz Festival. As a former organiser and programmer, I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Really. Look at this venue. Look at the line-up, look at the list of sponsors. It’s a dream come true.
It’s also a real pleasure to see the guys in full ‘swing’ (pardon the pun), and me not be stressed that they’re happy, the sound is ok, and tickets have sold.
So, today while they’ve been rehearsing, I’ve been mooching around this tiny village that transforms once a year, into a mecca for jazz lovers. Everyone, but everyone, is involved. And everyone, but everyone, loves it and gives 100%. Everyone but everyone is here.
I saw Wynton Marsalis perform last night, and then I met him. He was cool. I tried to keep mine.
Tonight, it’s Evan and Seb playing, with Clarinet Road. I know these guys and I love them; I also realise how lucky I am, and how privileged I am to be a part of it, from this side of the fence.
Sound check. Got to go.