Photo Vincent Mouchel.
audience responded well to Djura's invite but the nosh was not up to
standard... Lots of brilliance, and lots of gloss, but also a big vacuum.
And the absence of Khaled added to the disappointment.
Djura came to sing for freedom, and the crowd welcomed her, but her
performance was a bit of a disappointment. A na´ve stage set, and tinselly
costumes did not help. At the outset, all appeared to be normal; a certain
oriental charm, but it rapidly transpired that preparation for the performance
had been a trifle hasty. Djura moved forward in regal fashion, swathed
in shimmering garb - red and gold, the sunshine of Maghreb - a story-teller
from the other side of the Mediterranean sea. In the cool climes of
this Breton evening she did indeed bring warmth.
She sang, and her voice rose in a wounded cry as she entoned a popular
old military march. Among the audience bottoms started shifting, and
feet shuffling. They'd been led to expect a sumptuous show. The substantial
orchestra included an oriental strings section and was directed by a
young conductor 30 years old, but is the Djura of yesterday the same
as the Djura of today? Beautiful dancers, but a rather flat on the chorus
front - they are certainly good-looking, but is that enough?
Djura loves Brittany, and says so. She invited Tri Yann among others
on stage to share the evening's performance. Here too, the preparation
of "duo" performances was a bit casual, and the result diappointing.
us about her country but without really sharing its soul. The audience
however, were willing followers, and showed their appreciation. The
cake had seemed tempting, but the last minute cancellation by Khaled
really made the whole thing rather unpalateable.