Diesel in Calvi : Night 3
It took three nights for Calvi by night to take full possession of its means and transform the Théâtre de Verdure into a gigantic bacchanal. Last night, the festival-goers banged – let’s call a spade a spade – a XXL delirium on the port of Calvi.
Mulatu Astatke introduced the great Sunday Mass with great strokes of vibraphone and congas. The Ethiopian percussionist, at the height of his art and accompanied by highly qualified musicians, sends his jazz like a letter to the post office. New in the programming hitherto poor in the aforementioned subject, not to say nothing. So when Yegella Tezeta’s aria can be heard, punctuated by the soaring solos of the composition The Heliocentrics, it’s exaltation. A score without false notes which reminds that Calvi also has its jazz festival. Ethio-jazz, in this case.
In the Diesel square behind a Goa-style board wall, the VIP crowd is growing. The Ed Banger stable, less furnished than in previous years, is starting its night. Thomas Holland too. Growing fever and call for the annihilation of decency with the beats in major by Kalabrese & the Rumpelorchestra. Some girls have opted for topless dance on the podium.
It is the back to back of Ritton and Mark Ronson who will sign the last soundtrack of the evening, and the accession to the appellation “anything”. A very big dj set with four hands with two maestros of the turntables, and the funniest sounds of the week. For all those who didn’t want to dance: it’s failed.
