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Keith Jarret – ‘The Paris Concert’
Jarrett would turn up, Paris, Koln, Milan, and ‘just do it’ (his way). One man, a piano and a spell. And when the spell was cast, the faeries danced, the nightingales sung, the tides turned and everything that ever was, came to be. Jarrett is not a musician, he’s a shaman. He does not play music, music plays him. He is the medium, stepping in where angels fear to tread, but, in so doing, creating a pathway whereby they might yet deign to wander amongst us to give their sweet blessings.
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