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GANAPATI - CONCERT REVIEW


If you've been following this space, you know that I have been very favorably impressed with the quality of live music that is available to us here in the south of France, particularly given that we don't head for any of the venues in the larger cities. Instead, we go to local venues, churches and libraries and community rooms in small towns. Often the concerts are free, staged by regional tourist or cultural associations. Sometimes, you have to pay. To see Ganapati, we paid. It was worth it.

I'll talk about the venue in another post, Chateau du Puit in Ginestas, a bed & breakfast with a restaurant/event center attached. But this is about the music.

Bernard Margarit is a regionally recognized jazz guitarist. He joins with Débojyoti Sanyal (Tabla ), his sister Joyeeta Sanyal ( Sitar ), and American Stanley Adler ( Cello-like strings ) to form Ganapati. They all have other gigs. For instance the Sanyals often perform in their native India as a duo. But Ganatapi gets together every few months to tour as they can, starting from Margarit's base in Carcassonne, about an hour from us.

I like this sort of jazz - rhythmic, melodic, accessible fusion. Everyone gets a chance to shine. But what really shines through is that they enjoy each others music. They make space for each other. They smile. Good stuff.

I had a chance to talk privately with Débojyoti. He's never been to the States but he'd like to go. He has friends - musicians - in New York. I hope that he makes it one day. With Ganatapi. Book 'em, Danno.

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