Words: Leah Solomon
photographs: Fiona Christensen
My first impression when I walked into the Vic Hotel was that I am way too underdressed and it is way too fancy for my liking. But I put my face-value assumption aside and went into this event with an open mind. Although Fest has nearly broken my bank balance into a thousand tiny pieces, I am so glad that I decided to suck it up and pay the entrance fee because good God was it worth it.
Nomadic Orchestra completely transformed the vibe and atmosphere of that place. From the first note of their first song they managed to get people out of the comfortable couches and on to the dance floor. Swirling, twirling, dipping, exaggerated hand and arm movements, fancy footwork and the Charleston all made an appearance on that dance floor.
I am a sucker for jazz in general, but mainly gypsy jazz. The moment I heard a little bit of Django Reinhardt influence in Nomadic Orchestra’s music I was completely and utterly sold. I was immediately transported back to the 1930s at some smoky, low lit jazz club in the dark corners of Paris, drinking whiskey and dancing until the sun came up. Needless to say it did turn out to be more or less like that, a modern day version of it at least.
The band’s vibe together was something quite magnetic. There is nothing better than seeing the band loving being together and performing together. The looks at each other and the smiles said enough – they were having an incredible time, and that is worth so much.
That band has such undeniable talent that I am finding it difficult to write this review. It has been a really long time since I have been so moved, taken on a journey through time purely on the wave of a band’s music notes. And from what I observed, all the people on the dance floor seemed to feel the exact same way; we were all in our own 1930s Paris Jazz Club.