North Sea JazzFest 2012
7 July, 2012
The North Sea Jazz
Festival! Every year I want to go. Every year I don't go. I've always wanted to be there; I never imagined it would be as a performer. Wonderful.
I was Host / MC for the 'GumboNight' special: New Orleans
jazz, blues & soul. After hosting for Caro Emerald in Heineken Music Hall,
it seems I have a recurring role. The initiator of the Gumbo Night concept is
Dutchman Toon Oomen. He was approached by NorthSeaJazz to organize a
GumboCircus – hence my added role.
Vaguely ridiculous? Perfect. |
I was asked to host the show, but also to be part of the
band. I went to see a Gumbo Night in March, and it was great. Last week, I filled in as host during a
last-minute set at the Canvas Club. I got a feel for it. I even got to sing a song: ‘Free,
Single & Disengaged,’ an oldie by Huey Smith. But - would I be ready for the
big time?
At the Ahoy in Rotterdam, our stage was a tent outside a tent, outside the building.
They converted part of the parking lot to make room for a blues tent, a food
court and a dining area. Our tent was aimed at the dining area. Let’s just say
the expectations were low.
3 Sets
We started the first set with a Street Parade, New
Orleans-style. It’s the Gumbo Night signature piece. There we were, weaving in
& out of the crowd and drawing a crowd as well.
Members of the marvelous Seun Kuti band watching Gumbo |
The band has 2 drummers, 4 horns, piano, guitar, and – most
impressive – the bass is provided by tuba (sousaphone). The singers are Blues
singer Boyd Small & Kris Berry (with her lovely Billie Holliday tone). We
hit the stage with ‘Cabbage Alley’ by The Meters, and I was loving it. For the
gig, Boyd provided Mardi Gras-style plastic bead necklaces in gold, green &
purple. In New Orleans, girls are known to ‘go wild’ for them (ie pull up their
shirts). In Rotterdam, that was not the case. But I did demand that females in
the crowd had to do a special dance to merit a bead necklace, and it worked
quite well.
If you look closely, the shirt says 'More Cowbell.' |
For the second set, I got to sing my song. And I made up
half the lyrics on the spot, based on people in the crowd. I then jumped down
to dance with people in the crowd. And - for the next song, ‘Barefootin’ - I
danced barefoot. During the blues song ‘Katrina,’ it started raining like
crazy. Perfect. After the Blues, we picked up the tempo again, but people
weren’t dancing. So I jumped down again & brought my cowbell. Sure enough,
I came across a guy with a ‘More Cowbell’ t-shirt. I said ‘You’re coming with
me,’ I put the cowbell in his hand and put him in front of the stage.
To end
the second set, we marched out into the rain for the second street parade. And
the tuba-player – a wooly mammoth named Arno Bakker – was so pumped up he climbed
up a tent support – with his horn - and kept on playing. Many photos were
taken.
Third set. The surprise act. Gumbo Night was asked to set up
1 last time by the exit, as a going-away gift. It was 1 in the morning, and the
massive crowd was streaming out the main doors. We marched over next to the
escalators and set up shop. This was when the real magic started.
The Magic Hour
No matter what type of music people had come to see… the New
Orleans street jazz band seemed like the perfect closer for a lot of people.
Right away a crowd formed, and they were giving a lot of love. When one of the
horns stepped forward to solo, they cheeeered. Behind us were people coming
down the escalators, but many of them started dancing as well, becoming part of
the show. There were 2 black grand dames who opened up their umbrellas and
started marching to the beat. And – out of nowhere – the sometime guest of
Gumbo Night showed up to do some of his patented dance moves, spins, and
shuffles. The crowd went wild.
AhoyRotterdam, Main Exit 01.30 |
Especially that 3rd set had the magical energy of
the real Mardi Gras, after midnight. I’ve only been to Mardi Gras once, in
1993. And I remember that – once it turns midnight – it’s no longer party time;
it’s officially Lent. BUT we were not nearly done partying (the LSD hadn’t worn
off). We got kicked out of the
Bourbon Street area, but we shuffled on over to the working class neighborhoods
to the east. And that’s when things really busted loose. We were in the street,
dancing and banging on whatever we could get our hands on. That’s the energy we
captured at NorthSeaJazzFest 2012.
Would I do it again? Definitely. Most bands are content with
ten people. But (to quote ‘Spinal Tap’) when I’m in the band, we go up to 11.