Wright The saxophonist not the architecte!
Rummaging about my record shelves I fished an old nearly forgetten record out of it (and the memory of a burried event within).
Franck Wright passed away in 1990, the year I should take part in the only jazz newcomers contest of my life nearby Douarnenez on the seaside of Brittany. We had to play two standards of jazz and one original composition. As we were rather hopeless to win, we choosed Franck Wright's Oriental Mood with a trilling homage of Phillippe to the dead composer and India by John Coltrane, our original composition was called Eux (like our band of dilettantes, I'm exagerating, it was me the greenhorn, and I even shouldn't have accepted this term otherwise than a sort of selfacomplished mockery. I was to seriously engaged.)

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