Tag Archives: Armand Yepes

HOW FAR IS IT TO NÎMES?

I need Google Maps, or maybe Mapquest, to figure out the distance. Because on the evidence of this and an earlier video clip, that French city is the place to be for Hot!

Here’s what the descriptive summary says beneath the latest YouTube video by washboardist Jeff Guyot and noble pals:

AU PUB O’FLAHERTY’S A NÎMES LE 8 JANVIER 2014 AVEC

Michel BASTIDE(ct) DANIEL HUCK (sax & vocal)Jean-François BONNEL (sax tenor,tp,cl)Bernard ANTHERIEU (Cl)Philippe GUIGNIER (Bj) Patrice AVIET(B) Jeff GUYOT (Wb)

Vidéo: Armand YEPES

Which I translate (!) as Armand Yepes, my French brother, went to O’Flaherty’s Pub on January 8, 2014, and recorded a band with some allegiance to the Hot Antic Jazz Band and the Anachronic Jazz Band romping through AVALON: Michel Bastide, cornet; Daniel Huck, saxophone and ecstatic vocal; Jean-Francois Bonnel, my hero, on tenor saxophone; Bernard Antherieu, clarinet; Philippe Guignier, banjo; Partrice Aviet, string bass; Jeff Guyot, washboard.  Not only are the solos delightful, but the riffs (listen, for instance, behind Antherieu) and the general ebullience . . . priceless.  And my Facebook pals were having a serious debate the other day about their favorite male vocalist — may I ask that the name of DANIEL HUCK be inscribed in anyone’s list in capital letters?

How do you say WOW! in French?

May your happiness increase!

LE JEUNE HOMME CHINOIS (NIMES, 2014)

My French is poor, but I wish to introduce a rocking version of CHINA BOY performed by some of my friends and heroes very early in this new year of 2014:

It was recorded at Pub O’Flaherty’s in Nimes on January 8, 2014, by Armand Yepes (whose video style I admire — it is very reassuring to see people cross in front of the camera in cultured France!) — the musicians are Michel Bastide, cornet; Daniel Huck, saxophone / vocal; Jean-Francois Bonnel, tenor saxophone and more; Bernard Antherieu, clarinet; Philippe Guignier, banjo; Patrice Aviet, string bass; Jeff Guyot, washboard.  I know Monsieurs Bastide and Bonnel from Whitley Bay, M. Guyot from our conversations online, and the others I admire even though we have not met in person.  If someone were to ask me what moves me in jazz right this moment, I would play them this CHINA BOY.  I especially delight in M. Huck’s two irrepressibly joyous scat choruses: how the austere-looking woman on the couch is so reserved is beyond me, but, then again, I am not French.

A thousand thanks, gentlemen. You bring us joy.

May your happiness increase!