September 26, 2010 § 1 Comment
The finest music needs no translation. And hearing masters of the art binding people together through the universal language is without substitution. I wish I could have experienced more, but the grooves of Fam de Funk at the 11th Tanjazz Festival was just what I needed.
Here’s some saxophone action for Jos and Luke:
Some percussion clamor for Gregg:
And one more: