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August 2, 2016

On the
road again

On the
road again

Miruna Dumitrascu
CONCERT REVIEWS

Carame-and-Merime-together-on-tour

Friday evening – you’re in front of a door that opens to somebody’s home and the prospect of meeting new people, in a city surrounded by water and obsessed with symmetrically arranged buildings.

Once you temporarily abandon your shoes in the hallway, where you get introduced to Frederik, the host of today’s home concert, you immediately realize that the weekday’s remaining ultra-skeptical thoughts and rush hour rhythm feeling in your body need to be also checked at the door. 

With no need for any pompous introduction, you enter this beautiful open space and multi-chambered collective in Østerbro, grab a glass of red wine and immediately get immersed in the history of the place. A sucker for the sweet, anachronistic nostalgia would immediately fall in love with a picture, placed in the kitchen, of people posing ‘oh, so posh and rock’n’roll’, at a party in Copenhagen, probably on a Friday night back in the ‘80s.

At some point, you get sucked out of this vision of free-spirited people sipping cheap champagne while dancing to C.V. Jørgensen by the announcement that the concert is about to start. You carry your half-full glass of wine and half-finished conversation back to the living room. You find your way to one of the chairs, slaloming between mushy couches or pillows on the floor, and watch as the artists set the improvised stage on a backdrop of gazebo-like coloured christmas lights that surround the enormous window.

The Italian-French duo composed of Merime (FR) and Caramè (IT) purified us all, from the nine-to-five original sin, with actual frankincense, mirthful wanderlust, stripped-down guitar chords, maracas and woodwind sounds.

Having started individually with different travel routes until they met in Australia, the two lost friends recently found each other again to embark on a spontaneous tour around the world in a van called ‘Jazzy’. Without any delay, you jaunt to
south American lands, from Ray Charles and Margie Hendricks’ “Hit the Road Jack”, to zombie weddings during Mardi Gras in New Orleans and love songs.
And so, we started exploring Louisiana. Once through Merime’s eyes glittering
with love for wandering and thirst for music while Caramè’s kazoo solo of Armstrong’s ‘Summertime’ accompanies the crispy jazzy chanson desperately calling Nola, Nola.

Friday evening – you’re in front of a door that opens to somebody’s home and the prospect of meeting new people, in a city surrounded by water and obsessed with symmetrically arranged buildings.

Once you temporarily abandon your shoes in the hallway, where you get introduced to Frederik, the host of today’s home concert, you immediately realize that the weekday’s remaining ultra-skeptical thoughts and rush hour rhythm feeling in your body need to be also checked at the door. 

With no need for any pompous introduction, you enter this beautiful open space and multi-chambered collective in Østerbro, grab a glass of red wine and immediately get immersed in the history of the place. A sucker for the sweet, anachronistic nostalgia would immediately fall in love with a picture, placed in the kitchen, of people posing ‘oh, so posh and rock’n’roll’, at a party in Copenhagen, probably on a Friday night back in the ‘80s.

At some point, you get sucked out of this vision of free-spirited people sipping cheap champagne while dancing to C.V. Jørgensen by the announcement that the concert is about to start. You carry your half-full glass of wine and half-finished conversation back to the living room. You find your way to one of the chairs, slaloming between mushy couches or pillows on the floor, and watch as the artists set the improvised stage on a backdrop of gazebo-like coloured christmas lights that surround the enormous window.

The Italian-French duo composed of Merime (FR) and Caramè (IT) purified us all, from the nine-to-five original sin, with actual frankincense, mirthful wanderlust, stripped-down guitar chords, maracas and woodwind sounds.

Having started individually with different travel routes until they met in Australia, the two lost friends recently found each other again to embark on a spontaneous tour around the world in a van called ‘Jazzy’. Without any delay, you jaunt to
south American lands, from Ray Charles and Margie Hendricks’ “Hit the Road Jack”, to zombie weddings during Mardi Gras in New Orleans and love songs.
And so, we started exploring Louisiana. Once through Merime’s eyes glittering
with love for wandering and thirst for music while Caramè’s kazoo solo of Armstrong’s ‘Summertime’ accompanies the crispy jazzy chanson desperately calling Nola, Nola.

Carame and Merime Low-Fi Concert

Subsequently, you get a glimpse of a street musician’s struggles on a rainy day in Louisiana as Caramè sings his side of the story. You almost see a vivid image of people rushing by, in the streets of the inner city, carrying themselves around with frowned faces as they probably look for shelter. In the opposite corner of the same picture, you spot a guy with a peacock-feathered hat, beaming and jammin’ on his guitar whose only mission for that day is to make a passerby smile. 

The story then takes you all the way to Australia, on a seemingly never-ending roadtrip, where the only pitstop is a bonfire by the seaside, seizing the moment in clapping, sing-alongs and whistling on  ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’.

‘Melbourne’ is the kind of song that carries every traveler through the warmth of dust. The bittersweet notes of Caramè’s clarinet lead the ascending pace of Merime’s guitar and furthermore, the way to upcoming songs about love, loss, redemption and, naturally, dogs.

As nomads are never tied to any country, we soon land in another part of the world and this time is in Brazil. It starts and ends with Sergio Mendes’ famous cover of Jorge Ben’s ‘Mas que nada’. Caramè’s voice inflexions turn to 180 degrees the way a lot of musicians choose to interpret this well-known and crowd pleasing Brazilian delight. Naturally, everyone jumps in with a ‘O o-o-o-o arya ayo, oba, oba, oba’ following the lead of the light and fluid voice.

But hey, the journey seems to come to an end somewhere in Mexico, on the mariachi notes and flamenco-beat of ‘La vibra’ that fills up the entire living room with vibration. Inevitably, you have to witness the acquired of skill of street musicians that is improvisation. They take a new turn everything transforms into a vivacious mariachi-like freestylin’ about Frederikke – the host, Stine – one of the two Low-Fi brains whom they’ve jokingly named their ‘manager’, and the audience – their traveling companion.

At this point, it’s a bit hard to shake off the desire your inner urban original sinner wants to fulfill: quit the job, escape the spreadsheet and just travel around the world. But it’s OK, you still allow yourself some minutes to unglue from the seat, refill your glass, to then delve into questions about music and places while struggling to push the existence of Monday in a darker corner of your brain.

You can book both Caramè and Merime for a home concert on Low-Fi. Until then, listen and follow them in their virtual worlds:

Caramè’s Facebook and Soundcloud pages
Merime’s websiteYouTube channel, Bandcamp and Facebook pages

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