Meiner Meinung nach ein grandioses Video von NCISmélanie!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb_0W9vWbCw

Das Fotobuch ist angekommen! Einfach großartig :happy:

Hier noch ein Review zu seinem letzten Auftritt: Hugh Laurie at Cheltenham Jazz Festival

Hier sein Vorwort:

I was not born in Alabama in the 1890s. You may as well know this now. I’ve never eaten grits, cropped a share, or ridden a boxcar. No gypsy woman attended my birth and there’s no hellhound on my trail, as far as I’m aware. Let this record show that I am a white, middle-class Englishman, openly trespassing on the music and myth of the American south.

If that weren’t bad enough, I’m also an actor: one of those pampered ninnies who can’t find his way through an airport without a babysitter. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that I’ve got some Chinese characters tattooed on my arse. Or elbow. Same thing.

Worst of all, I’ve broken an important rule of art, music, and career paths: actors are supposed to act, and musicians are supposed to music. That’s how it works. You don’t buy fish from a dentist, or ask a plumber for financial advice, so why listen to an actor’s music?

The answer is – there is no answer. If you care about pedigree then you should try elsewhere, because I have nothing in your size.

I started piano lessons at the age of 6 with Mrs Hare. She was a nice woman, probably, but in my childhood memory I have turned her into a sadistic bruiser who prodded me across the hot coals of do-re-mi. I stuck it for about three months, crawling through Elementary Piano Book One towards the oasis of Swanee River – hardly a blues song, I know, but a lot closer than the French lullabies and comical Polish dances that made up the rest of that hellish book.

The day finally arrived, and Mrs Hare turned the page: “Swanee River”, she read, peering through the pince-nez that I have imagined for her, 45 years later. And then, with a curl of her hairy lip, she read the subtitle: “ ‘Negro Spiritual – Slightly Syncopated.’ Oh dear me no…..”

With that, she flicked the page to Le Tigre Et L’Elephant, or some other prissy nightmare, and my relationship with formal music instruction ended.

And then one day a song came on the radio – I’m pretty sure it was I Can’t Quit You Baby by Willie Dixon – and my whole life changed. A wormhole opened between the minor and major third, and I stepped through into Wonderland. Since then, the blues have made me laugh, weep, dance… well, this is a family record, and I can’t tell you all the things the blues can make me do.

At the centre of this magical new kingdom, high on a hill (which shows you how little I knew back then), stood the golden city of New Orleans. In my imagination, it just straight hummed with music, romance, joy, despair; its rhythms got into my gawky English frame and, at times, made me so happy, and sad, I just didn’t know what to do with myself. New Orleans was my Jerusalem.

Over the next decade, I ate up all the guitarists I could find: Charley Patton and Leadbelly, Skip James, Scrapper Blackwell, all the Blinds (Lemon Jefferson, Blake, Willie Johnson, Willie McTell), Son House, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Muddy Waters and so many more that we’d be here all night just naming a tenth of them.

And then there were the towering piano players: Pete Johnson, Albert Ammons, Meade Lux Lewis, Roosevelt Sykes, Leroy Carr, Jelly Roll Morton, Champion Jack Dupree, Tuts Washington, Willie “The Lion” Smith, Otis Spann, Memphis Slim, Pinetop Perkins, Professor Longhair, James Booker, Allen Toussaint and Dr John.

I think I tended to favour the piano over the guitar because it stays in one place, which is what I like to do. Guitars appeal to the footloose, the restless. I like sitting a lot.

As for singers, that’s a huge list, with only two names on it: Ray Charles and Bessie Smith.

These great and beautiful artists lived it as they played it. All of them knew the price of a loaf of bread and most had times in their lives when they couldn’t scrape it together. They had credentials, in other words, and I respect those as much as the next man, possibly more.

But at the same time, I could never bear to see this music confined to a glass cabinet, under the heading Culture: Only To Be Handled By Elderly Black Men. That way lies the grave, for the blues and just about everything else: Shakespeare only performed at The Globe, Bach only played by Germans in tights. It’s formaldehyde, and I pray that Leadbelly will never be dead enough to warrant that.

So that’s my only credential – my one dog-eared ID card that I hope will get me through the velvet ropes. I love this music, as authentically as I know how, and I want you to love it too. If you get a thousandth of the pleasure from it that I’ve had, we’re ahead of the game.

Hugh Laurie

Eindeutig Hugh Laurie!! :happy:

Er ist einfach unglaublich… ich kann es immer noch nicht fassen! Berlin war sooo cool!

@schwukele 1090370 wrote:

Wann hast du denn bestellt?

Edit: Ich habe meine Karte am 25.03. (FR) bestellt

Ich habe meine Karte am 23. bestellt und am 26. war sie im Briefkasten.

Ich finde auch, dass er eine grandiose schauspielerische Leistung erbracht hat! Es hat mir sehr gut gefallen! Der Film ist sehr empfehlenswert!

Also mir gefällt auch! Auch schön mit den Effekten gearbeitet. Weiter so :Augenzwinkern_2: