Our Man in Paris - Sonny at the Zango
Paris, Thursday, November 2 - Uncle Den-Den claims that he's been feeding some musicians that he booked into the Hotel Savoy, a hotel on a street so small and insignificant that there's no room for a doorman to park a Roller. It's just as well because there is no doorman, no stars, and all rooms have no view but are 45 euros a night with cable TV.
The hotel has its charms. One is the sounds of jazz legend Sonny Simmons practicing on his horns, either an alto saxophone or an English Horn. So you don't have to, I looked it up. An English horn is a double-reed woodwind instrument in the oboe family. To me it looked like a jumbo clarinet.
Nigel is in town, on his annual strange visit from Washington. He went into the Savoy too and they gave him a shower. So he listened to Sonny through the walls before he moved out to Line's apartment for a couple of days. Checking out of the Savoy is as informal as checking in, especially as there is no doorman to tip. Just go in and ask for Farid, say I sent you, and tell them I'm a friend of the guy whose girlfriend who went to Switzerland.
Then on Wednesday Uncle Den-Den called and asked me to print out a glowing account of Sonny's band, the Cosmosamatics - they played at the Alchemia in Krakow, on October 3rd. Den-Den bought a new printer to do this but it ate his portable and he said he was throwing it out the window, right where he threw the other two portables. There are some people who shouldn't own PCs.
My printer isn't hooked up to my portable. It is hooked up to an old desktop box I'm keeping as a paperweight. But it works so the uncle got his copy. I guess then he got it photocopied, and handed it out to everybody on Daguerre. Somehow Sonny got booked to play at the Zango, which is a sleazy drinking hole pretending to be a juice bar. Outside it looks harmless. Inside it is kind of grotty, kind of what we really like.