Chris Slade describes the son et lumiere presentation at the abbey of Bon Repos called "Le Pays de Conomor" in Brittany, which takes place during the first two weeks of August.
The weather has changed since the end of November to a more seasonal pattern: cold, wet, and miserable.
I must say I like it.
It’s ok having a mild autumn, but we need rain, as water tables are low in Brittany. It’s not good to have a dry winter.
Two weeks ago, we (the Perros-Guirec harmonie) did a couple of Verdi concerts at Paimpol and Perros.
The Perros gig was a sell-out and people were turned away. Both concerts were filmed by Canal+ for television later in the year.
It must be a bit intimidating having a camera in your face if you are in the front row. Fortunately for me, I was hidden in the second row, so hardly noticed them.
They tend to place the better looking women in the front (except the accordeon player who is a bit scary).
The concert went really well, especially the Perros gig, with quite a few in the audience drying their eyes after the last number.
We only have another 3 Verdi gigs to do, plus a Christmas concert.
Last weekend was free, so I went to Guingamp for a concert by their harmonie, as I have a couple of mates playing with them.
It started really well: percussion doing a good rhythm, then straight into ”Colonel Bogey”, lots of applause, then calls for lights on.
Very unusually then, I noticed a bunch of paramedics around a man who had collapsed a few rows in front of me. At the time, I thought it was a heart attack, but it seems the idiot had climbed over the seats and injured his knee so badly he couldn’t walk. It took a good half-hour to unscrew a row of 10 seats so a wheelchair could be placed next to him to wheel him away.
I would have left him there until after the concert, so long as he didn’t make too much noise for being an idiot.
They have a good repertoire, and I was immensely jealous when they played an arrangement of Thelonious Monk’s “Round Midnight”, one of my all time favourites. It was just a shame the trumpet player messed up his solo. Fortunately, it wasn’t Jean-Christophe, as he would have been teased excessively by his jazz mates.
Then it was back into the rain for the drive home.