Thursday, 4 July 2013


Wax Tailor  |  Festival International de Jazz

An anxious crowd. A cool summer evening. The smell of medicinal herbs in the air. This was the atmosphere that awaited and welcomed the french trip hop producer and turntablist extraordinaire, Jean Christophe Le Saoût also known as Wax Tailor. Moving through the crowd was like making your way through a tropical jungle: everyone swayed like palms in the breeze in unison, forgetting where they were and becoming more aware of the sounds around them. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was in for, but I was eager to see where his music would take me.

We were promised to be taken on a musical journey. To his aid, Wax Tailor had the most impressive female jazz flutist that I’ve heard in awhile, a small horn section that was a force to reckon with, violinists, a bassist, and a rather deadly guitarist. It was a journey accompanied by the eerie and breathy vocals of singers Charlotte Savary and Jennifer Charles but also the ferociousness of MCs the Mattic, the Voice, and A.S.M’s stage presence.

Red and blue fluorescent lights flooded the stage creating a dreamscape for any spectator. When either Savary or Charles would sing, blue lights would take over. These ocean blue beams reflected the embrace-like and soothing quality of their voices while emphasizing the mysticism of Wax Tailor’s wizardry. Red lighting highlighted the fierceness and strength of the MCs on stage, making their message even more palpable, “ Say Yes, if you think you should speak what you feel...Say No, if you’re fed up and ready to brawl...”

If anything, we were taken on a voyage through nostalgia. On Wax Tailor’s first full-length album entitled, Tales of the Forgotten Melodies, he incorporates samples extracted from old movies such the Hitchcock classic, “The Man Who Knew Too Much”. People of all ages were in attendance and this feeling of longing for a return to a different time seemed to be shared by many. To my right, you have a beautiful young woman. She dances with her eyes shut and her arms thrown up to the sky. Her feet seem rooted to the floor like an old oak tree. The guitar, the violin, the horns, the flute, and the beats have filled her. However to my left, you have a small old woman. She smiles and bobs her head carefully. She is cautious, she tries not to move too much as the years have made her once youthful and strong physique, frail and brittle, like one of those old porcelain dolls loved intensely by a child so many years ago.

His humility throughout the show was remarkable. He didn’t come across as one of those self-involved DJs who come to play, get paid, and leave. He interacted with the musicians and with the MCs, he smiled at them, and he fed off the crowds energy. He was just as excited as we all were to see what he would produce. His humility led people to become involved in the show. For a brief moment, we trusted the maestro. Towards the end, he conducted the crowd to sing arguably his most well known track entitled, “Que Sera”. People from all walks of life formed a choir and sang with pure joy those ever true lyrics, “whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours, you see, que sera, sera.”

Wax Tailor - Que Sera

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