Charles Pasi

His music is an act of joy. It is as if sculpting his work always makes him happier and taller. It's understandable, and it's shared, because Charles Pasi always gives one hell of a banana when he unfolds his classy, intimate and unblemished jazz. His voice is golden, and his harmonica takes us on board.
 
A skilled harmonica player, Charles Pasi is a breath of happiness and hope. With his voice bathed in gospel, the French artist has grown up well since the jazz lessons of his youth. Since then, he has become the master of it, making him a worthy heir to Tony Bennett, Al Jarreau and Curtis Stigers. No one can resist his deep, warm and modern voice, which sets all the standards of the music. Here, in the language of Shakespeare, he plays with his charm, likes to surprise and enters our unconscious.
 
No wonder, for it was while listening to Ray Charles, Neil Young and Bob Dylan that the young Frenchman, at the time a mediocre pupil, decided to throw himself into the deep end. Little by little, he climbed up the ladder, well helped by some first games with a shovel, from Véronique Sanson to the illustrious Carlos Santana. Little by little, he conquered. Little by little, but in giant steps. Because today, Charles Pasi, modest by nature, is one of the contemporary stars of jazz. Sometimes it flirts with pop, the harmonies titillate perfection and it wanders through life on a burning asphalt.
 
In a way, each record is a page of a diary, as if it needed to deliver its deepest feelings to the world. It's big, it's beautiful. There is no lack of taste. But as some of his most faithful admirers say: "his navel is always just a starting point, never an end". So you know what to expect: absolute class.