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dinsdag 24 april 2018

Van Morrison live at The New Orleans Jazz Fest 2016

                       Van Morrison at the New Orleans Jazz Fest 2016

 The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival is an annual celebration of the music and culture of New Orleans and Louisiana. Taking place April 22nd – May 1st, 2016, the festival celebrates the indigenous music and culture of New Orleans and Louisiana, so the music encompasses every style associated with the city and the state: blues, R&B, gospel music, Cajun music, zydeco, Afro-Caribbean, folk music, Latin, rock, rap music, country music, bluegrass, and everything in between. And of course there is lots of jazz, both contemporary and traditional

Jambalaya (thanks to MysticFollower)

 It was about halfway through the closing show at the New Orleans Jazz Fest Gentilly Stage on Saturday (April 23). Master musician and songwriter Van Morrison asked his guitarist to "give me a G." He modulated his voice to match the chord then launched into a jaunty version of "Jambalaya." Who knows, the Hank Williams tune may be a regular part of Morrison's repertoire, but the Bayou State crowd accepted it as a tailor-made gift, cheering and bobbing to the first few bars.
 By Doug MacCash, NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune

I Believe to My Soul ( (thanks to MysticFollower)

 The ability of Morrison and his impeccable five-piece ensemble to incorporate a loping, country classic seamlessly into the jazzy, R&B flow of their set is a tribute to the team's flexibility. Flexibility is key, because, stylistically speaking, there are several Van Morrison's to accommodate. There's the pop radio Van Morrison of "Brown Eyed Girl," the Christian mystic Van Morrison, the romantic balladeer, the Ray Charles devotee, and the sultry jazz instrumentalist. All of whom shared the stage Saturday.
By Doug MacCash, NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune

In The Afternoon/Acient Highway ( (thanks to MysticFollower)

 Despite the gorgeous weather, the notoriously deadpan Morrison appeared, as is his custom, dressed for summer in San Francisco, with a suit jacket, felt fedora, and ascot. He never frowned, nor did he crack a smile. Except, perhaps, once. As the perfectionistic Northern Irish knight began singing the comically bawdy lyrics to "Don't You Feel My Leg," he may have, just may have, guffawed with laughter.
As the last notes of the closing jam faded away, an audience member quietly opined: "Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous."
 By Doug MacCash, NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune 

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