Tenía tantas ganas de ver París con mis propios ojos, sentirme vivo. Sí, cobrar vida, de eso se trataba. ¡Y qué lugar mejor que París! Con toda su magia, de la que tanto me habían hablado. ¡París era mi destino!
When I first saw Marcel playing this instrument, I wondered and thought, looks like one of those toy instruments I used to play as a little child, but the more he played the more I knew, that’s real, the sound was rich, polyphonic, sometimes it resembled a mouth harp, in other moments an accordion or bandoneon and he had to play it nearly like a saxophone, working his breath… yeah, the impression was a bit like in this fantastic tune Goodbye Pork Pie Hat by Charles Mingus played by Rahsaan Roland Kirk on one of his last disks with a simple and yet essential poem layed out over the tune: He blowed all of his soul into an… “aerodina”. Yeah, Marcel was playing what he was feeling and you could tell breathes happening now. You had to listen, to dig it… Continue reading