Tag Archives: blues


A night at Le Ness / une soirée au Ness

Vendredi soir notre (dé)tour dans la ville a fait étape au Ness. Nous avons dégainé nos flingues à cordes dans l’arrière-salle du café-restaurant russe de Sacha pour deux bonnes heures de jeu. A cette issue, comme désormais à l’accoutumée chez notre amie russe, nous avons eu droit à la restauration du cru et à la […]


The Combo at l’Art-Ti-Cho

That picture above was taken at the the bar we played on saturday and illustrates the spirit of the place: a tiny room and something to play. We didn’t play with the Spider-Man pinball but we played on the stage. For the first time, we performed live with Alan, an outstanding fiddler who brings the […]


The German years: blues basterds Crazy Ol’ Jens & BB Browzee

(Crazy Ol’) Jens Grimm and (BB) Bernd Browzee are the blues basterds with whom I shared the stage and the radio studio during my years in Germany. Jens, all the time completely nuts, blows the harmonica since times when I was not even born. He experienced the times when the greatest bluesmen toured Europe during […]


The Combo at La Passoire


Le Ness, Chez Sacha, 08.11.13

The Combo on (De)tour in the City

L’automne est bien là et les frimats de l’hiver commencent à se faire sentir. Vendredi dernier nous avons démarré notre détour dans la ville au Ness chez Sacha pendant 2h30 dans une sympathique ambiance. Merci aux gens présents pour leur réceptivité et au chaleureux accueil de Sacha et Philippe. Depuis le 1er juin dernier, sur […]


Blues What does the Blues tell ? The singer tells he’s walking to hell To those who were born with a silver spoon He answers, howlin’ to the moon, That he was born with a fork in his teeth Everyday he’s falling below his feet Blues is not sad, it’s true Blues is an incantation […]

Martini Time !

Martini Time A post shared by Rev. Steffan Rock (@steffanrock) on Mar 28, 2013 at 1:41pm PDT Last night I rambled with my Gretsch in the rain to a wine bar in Grenoble called Le Saint Vincent where a jazz jam session was taking place. As I never pretended to play jazz because it’s too […]