Free Free Free...

Yesterday we went to Kapellenbos for a free podium. Some of our friends were performing so we went in jolly good mood to check them out. And in hindsight... I don't know whether it is because they are our friends, but they were absolutely head and shoulders above the rest... A small review...
Below is a part of the group of listeners. They came to absorb the music and some more. One of them absorbed so much he went down, face first, on the staircase when we got home...


The first of our friends taking the spotlight was Brikke. He sang 'Softly As I Leave You', a song originally done by Frank Sinatra. This was, for me, the first highlight of the day. This was a voice one couldn't help but listen to. Finally a voice that had body and soul. He was accompanied on piano by his daughter Emily...


So then came the daughter... Emily sang 'Like A Star' (originally by Corinne Bailey Ray), followed by 'Love Is A Losing Game', a song we all know by Amy Winehouse. And that, that song, was not only a triumph for Emily, it was the highlight of the day. To sing a song which is made famous by such a defining artist, BUT making this song your very own, not imitating, not trying to copy, but singing your own song... well one has got be very talented to do so. And I think Emily is... She ended her set with a selfpenned song, not quite finished but definately going strong...


Mother and brother watching ever so attentively to the daughter/sister. Apart from the music made that moment I enjoyed the attention given and the wow's I heard at that moment.


Last of our friends to climb the stage were Jahfar. A jazzdubgroup showcasing their own songs in a way one wouldn't expect it in Kapellenbos. A pity they couldn't keep the attention of the audience because of the lack of a singer. The trumpet was the voice, that was obvious, but a lot of listeners went on to talk their own talk. Still they made thrilling music.


And yesterday was the day I finally could take home the painting I bought a few months ago. For now it has found a place upon the closet, away from the cat, until I paint the livingroom, and it will grace the wall there. The painter is a member of Jahfar and one hell of talented guy.