Musicians, showmen, storytellers, legends.This is Zone C! Jazz giants, who challenge the senses of true music fans since the mid 90’s.And last night, they did it again at Swingin’ Hall. The club was filled with foreigners and native jazz fans. Unfortunately, there were also several fools whose insolence had no limits, not that I have the right to critique.Wrapped in the everlasting presence of my friend, the late Edmond Demirdjian, I find myself between his photo on the wall and the album cover of Jazz Focus ’65. I realize that I am amid an explosive zone. And that there truly is meaning in every tone… that’s what they say about jazz.We were immersed in an unknown dimension of fusion, reminiscent of schizophrenia.Veselin Veselinov- Echo, Stoyan Yankoulov- Stundjiy, and Mr. Vasil Parmakov- Parmakosaurus charmed us with a mix of jazz, blues, funk, latin rhythms, ethno, and so much more.Of course, we heard the classics- Zeybek from the album Live in Bansco ’99 and Huanamaria from their emblematic debut The Human Factor (1996). Oh, had Vladimir Karparov (alto sax) been there, this would have been a devilish fusion overdose.It was evident that the three have kept their recklessness and boyish impulses- everything reminded me of Stanley Clarke’s album School Days. They wiped out all styles boundaries and took their listeners on a trip around the world with indefinite stops . Yet there was a lack of young passengers… Why? I play Zone C and Michael Schiefel- Beat Street and suppress my serious thoughts.I do what I want, as Vasil Parmakov would say.
You can do it too.
Every Tuesday in Swingin’ Hall.
