The world of work forgotten,
Drumming on tables.
A particular pleasure last night was the revelatory accordion recital at the end. For the past year or so, the very beautiful Chinese accordionist, Zoe Wang, has been fairly regularly playing alongside my guitarist friends, Dan and Nico, in their French jazz concerts. However, while she adds a nice extra dimension of Frenchness to the sound, she is usually very much just accompanying the boys: very simple, very muted, leaving all the pyrotechnics to them, rarely doing anything to support the rumour that she is in fact one of the most accomplished accordion-players in China. Last night, for the first time in my experience, we prevailed on her to do a few solo numbers at the end of the evening. And it was just exquisite, spellbinding. Damn, that girl can play!
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