It had been a long time since I had been to a concert.
I feel that the older I get, the more my tastes change towards simplicity. When I was younger, I had my ‘raver’ period. From Monday to Sunday, I went out in the evenings. I was a girl of the night somehow. And then I ended up no longer liking Parisian nightclubs, by not understanding why I did not have the right to return to Stan Smith in a place where I was going to spend my money. And having been without a TV or radio for quite a few years, if I went to a club in today, I would be a bit like “the visitors” in a world that is not mine. I no longer have any idea of what is in vogue, and strangely, I do not really feel like taking an interest in it.
Some time ago my friend Myriam and I went to Rotterdam. During our weekend we chanced upon a small club where senior executives and break dancers were drinking together, where hipsters and workers from the area were deep in conversation above all whose music was extra refined for Hip Hop and New Soul. And it’s yet with Myriam I discovered this type of anti-tribal and anti-community atmosphere that I hate so much in Parisian clubs. Gabriel Garzon-Montano was at the mic.
I really liked the groove of his music and his voice which strangely reminds me of a certain D’Angelo or a Dwele … but it was his very cool look that I loved, his long sleeved T-shirt, his perfect hair cut and his red suede Nikes.
Here are some pictures taken in the dark (apologies for the quality of the photos) and especially if you know of places and atmospheres of Parisian underground, I’m all ears. In the meantime I leave you to enjoy his voice with a huge hug from me.
Ps: to play music, click on the equalizer.
WRITTEN ON JANUARY 21ST 2015, IN PARIS!