Manouche Jazzzzzzz

When I was a bit younger I thought a great deal about feelings and melting pots … how it would feel to be living in a bubble in a right time like for example in New York in 1987. In Tel Aviv in 2009. In Paris in 1932. Now it’s 2013, now it’s Berlin, now I get this strange damn right feeling .. I live just by chance … here … and the mighty god of coolness and hipness says: Yeah! Right here! Manouche, French undercover restaurant, Kreuzberg, my intimate neighborhood … live band … no name … one guy from Africa, one from Israel, playing the best jazz music I’ve heard in years. Upright base and sax. Gorgeous. Awesome. What’s your name, guys? I loved you!!

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