have you ever eaten paella in a nightclub? well, its an exhilerating experience i must say. dark ambient lighting, funky jazz, standing up by the bar with a plate full o rice and a beer, whilst in the corner, like an altar, stands the gigantic pan on the gigantic gas stove, a couple o lads throwing in more sausage and fish, a great pillar of warm paella smoke reaches the darkness of the roof. its the 'jam-on' session at metropolis, and guille, aka harry palmer, is fretting about on stage with the loose band members as the sound guy seems to be lacking somewhat, in soundguy talent. they finally get started, a jazz piece on 7 instruments replaces the 30 year old record. just when i think it can't get any better, up goes cristina, a little one with big hair, and starts belting out some improv lyrics to the jazz. this is followed by some roots flamenco, her jazz voice transforms into that raucous chant ive come to love, and i think i might cry because she is amazing.
the night is followed by a coming and going of random musicians, the music flows in a harmonious stream of completely different pieces, jazz funk reggae flamenco, spontaneous shouts and singing from a guy with gypsy hat and walking cane, harmonized with softer voices, rap, a violin and cello duo and the rhythmic clapping of hands.
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