James Taylor Quartet (plus a couple) at La Défense.
On Tuesday June 15 Marti & I were joined by our buds KJ & Charles for a noontime concert by the James Taylor Quartet at the La Défense Jazz Festival.
Gettin' horny.
It was a hot afternoon & the licks by England's acclaimed acid jazz funksters were even hotter. We had picked up sandwiches & drinks from Lina's before the show, but at one point I went on a desperate quest for water. I finally scored four ice-cold bottles at a take-away stall in one of the shopping malls.
Rockin' out on the Esplanade.
I had figured that this band would play upbeat funky stuff for a summer daytime gig & I wasn't disappointed. When the beats became insistent, KJ & I hit the dance area in front of the stage.
The Paris Krew in da house. Katy Jane & James Taylor.
Katy Jane & I were getting sunburned the worst, but after the usual six-months-of-Paris-grey from which we had just emerged, that was pretty much okay with us. After the gig Marti went back to her La Défense office; Charles headed home. KJ & I went grocery shopping for dinner.
Katy Jane assembles our new fan.
While I started working on dinner, Katy Jane set up our new pedestal fan. She got it together in a flash. It took me a little longer to build the seafood salads. When Marti arrived home, we shook up a couple rounds of limoncello martinis. I make these summertime treats with two parts Absolut & 1 part limoncello (any brand). Shake over ice & strain into martini glasses.
Limoncello martini casualties.
I have such a compelling effect on de ladies. On the other hand, I think I've discovered a new date-rape drink!
With Noah & Kelly at the Canal Opus.
The following Friday night Marti & I went to see a groovy Orange County funk band called Slapbak at the Canal Opus with Kelly & Noah.
With cutie-pie waitron. Marti with one of her fans.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner before the gig at a railside table in the club's gallery. Part of the pre-show entertainment was a series of Prince videos. I had just scored a ticket to see the Little Purple Freak at the MCI Center for our trip to DC in August, so this was a special appetizer for me.
Anne & a pair of Erics. Noah & Kelly.
Our pal Eric showed up for the show with his friends Anne & (another) Eric. Eric #1 graciously hosted us at his place for a long aftershow hang.
Slapbak.
Slapbak was a blast. Real funky shit with a hip-hop edge. We want da funk!
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
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Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
Gettin' horny.
Rockin' out on the Esplanade.
I had figured that this band would play upbeat funky stuff for a summer daytime gig & I wasn't disappointed. When the beats became insistent, KJ & I hit the dance area in front of the stage.
The Paris Krew in da house. Katy Jane & James Taylor.
Katy Jane & I were getting sunburned the worst, but after the usual six-months-of-Paris-grey from which we had just emerged, that was pretty much okay with us. After the gig Marti went back to her La Défense office; Charles headed home. KJ & I went grocery shopping for dinner.
Katy Jane assembles our new fan.
While I started working on dinner, Katy Jane set up our new pedestal fan. She got it together in a flash. It took me a little longer to build the seafood salads. When Marti arrived home, we shook up a couple rounds of limoncello martinis. I make these summertime treats with two parts Absolut & 1 part limoncello (any brand). Shake over ice & strain into martini glasses.
Limoncello martini casualties.
I have such a compelling effect on de ladies. On the other hand, I think I've discovered a new date-rape drink!
With Noah & Kelly at the Canal Opus.
The following Friday night Marti & I went to see a groovy Orange County funk band called Slapbak at the Canal Opus with Kelly & Noah.
With cutie-pie waitron. Marti with one of her fans.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner before the gig at a railside table in the club's gallery. Part of the pre-show entertainment was a series of Prince videos. I had just scored a ticket to see the Little Purple Freak at the MCI Center for our trip to DC in August, so this was a special appetizer for me.
Anne & a pair of Erics. Noah & Kelly.
Our pal Eric showed up for the show with his friends Anne & (another) Eric. Eric #1 graciously hosted us at his place for a long aftershow hang.
Slapbak.
Slapbak was a blast. Real funky shit with a hip-hop edge. We want da funk!
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
The Paris Krew in da house. Katy Jane & James Taylor.
Katy Jane assembles our new fan.
While I started working on dinner, Katy Jane set up our new pedestal fan. She got it together in a flash. It took me a little longer to build the seafood salads. When Marti arrived home, we shook up a couple rounds of limoncello martinis. I make these summertime treats with two parts Absolut & 1 part limoncello (any brand). Shake over ice & strain into martini glasses.
Limoncello martini casualties.
I have such a compelling effect on de ladies. On the other hand, I think I've discovered a new date-rape drink!
With Noah & Kelly at the Canal Opus.
The following Friday night Marti & I went to see a groovy Orange County funk band called Slapbak at the Canal Opus with Kelly & Noah.
With cutie-pie waitron. Marti with one of her fans.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner before the gig at a railside table in the club's gallery. Part of the pre-show entertainment was a series of Prince videos. I had just scored a ticket to see the Little Purple Freak at the MCI Center for our trip to DC in August, so this was a special appetizer for me.
Anne & a pair of Erics. Noah & Kelly.
Our pal Eric showed up for the show with his friends Anne & (another) Eric. Eric #1 graciously hosted us at his place for a long aftershow hang.
Slapbak.
Slapbak was a blast. Real funky shit with a hip-hop edge. We want da funk!
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
Limoncello martini casualties.
With Noah & Kelly at the Canal Opus.
The following Friday night Marti & I went to see a groovy Orange County funk band called Slapbak at the Canal Opus with Kelly & Noah.
With cutie-pie waitron. Marti with one of her fans.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner before the gig at a railside table in the club's gallery. Part of the pre-show entertainment was a series of Prince videos. I had just scored a ticket to see the Little Purple Freak at the MCI Center for our trip to DC in August, so this was a special appetizer for me.
Anne & a pair of Erics. Noah & Kelly.
Our pal Eric showed up for the show with his friends Anne & (another) Eric. Eric #1 graciously hosted us at his place for a long aftershow hang.
Slapbak.
Slapbak was a blast. Real funky shit with a hip-hop edge. We want da funk!
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
With cutie-pie waitron. Marti with one of her fans.
Anne & a pair of Erics. Noah & Kelly.
Our pal Eric showed up for the show with his friends Anne & (another) Eric. Eric #1 graciously hosted us at his place for a long aftershow hang.
Slapbak.
Slapbak was a blast. Real funky shit with a hip-hop edge. We want da funk!
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
Slapbak.
Ben Kweller. Ben with Noah & Kelly.
In an attempt to pack in as many nights on the town with us before they repatriate to the U.S., Kelly & Noah invited Marti & me to Ben Kweller's gig last Friday night at La Maroquinerie. Ben's a fine young singer-songwriter, originally from Texas but now a Brooklyn boi. His live show is a killer.
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
Afterward the four of us hailed a taxi in the rue de Ménilmontant & rolled on down to La Cabane d'Erable, where our pal Eric was holding up the bar. Carl greeted us warmly, as did DJ Marc, who already had the platines spinning.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
Eric hangs at the bar. Our amiable hosts.
New pink Chucks. Soccer fans.
Marti took her new three-shades-of-pink Chuck Taylors to the dance floor. We grooved there until the wee hours, then cabbed home.
Scenes from Thief.
One of my favorite movies from the '80s was on TV the next afternoon. While Marti puttered around the apartment, I watched a remarkable James Caan performance in Michael Mann's Thief. It's hard to believe that this guy could turn in such terrific work behind all the Peruvian marching powder he was consuming.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com
Scenes from Thief.
Michael Mann. Scenes from Miami Vice & Heat.
Michael Mann is responsible for Miami Vice & Heat. As I watched Thief, I dug on his familiar hallmarks: the low-key restaurant booth conversations, the propelling synth-heavy Tangerine Dream score & the rain-slickened nighttime streets. He's the essence of '80s cool.
Tonight Marti & I are getting together with Kelly & Noah one last time before they depart for the States later this week. We're dining at Wadja, a bistro in Montparnasse. We're sure gonna miss having these two knuckleheads around. They're Members-for-Life in the Paris Krew.
take me back to
Email: phildemetrion@yahoo.com