"Absolutely the quintessential French experience, Such wonderful hospitalitiy, elegant accomodations, gourmet food, Thanks so much for your kindness, for making us feel genuinely welcome,for the royal suite, and for the tour to Clisson, a Religious experience. We will return".
Hank Sable Memphis Tennessee USA.
"Memphis Tennessee" is a magical address for any European baby-boomer like you and me. When we were (even) younger, all youngsters sang and danced on Pierre Barouh words in Danyel Gerard song: "Quand il est arrivé, avec sa guitare à la main, ...sur le bois de sa guitare, il était écrit "Memphis - Tennessee". "When he came in with a guitar in his hand .... on the wood of his guitar we could read: "Memphis Tennessee". Hank Sable belongs to this category of romantic American characters: a thirsty guitar player accomplishing his European "Grand Tour", while reading Jack Kerouac's novels in truck-stops, negociating a shelter for the night against two hours of cleaning with George Whitman ("Shakespeare & Company" book-shop) after sharing life-songs with hypnotized French girls on Paris benches". We briefly met with Hank in Albion College (1970) while I was learning "religions history" (from Mircea Elliade) and other important facts about "life", "love", "death"...) from less-known wise teachers such as Regina, Kim, Rafael, Bob & Bob, Sue, Libby, Medge, Vanessa, Vicky, Brian and many others "Masters in Joie de Vivre". After all these years, Hank was smart enough to organize his life around his own values and not the other way around like most of us were condemned (?) to by "bad weather", "bad mood" and other "bad" reasons. He became a popular entertainer, not only in his hometown ("Memphis Tennessee" famous Sunday Champaign Brunch concerts) but also in Europe and everywhere his R&B violin makes girls cry. While touring England, Spain, Germany or France, he sometimes calls us, then stops by for a two days-rest at Bois-Briand, with or without his musicians. Last time he came, he discovered the Bechstein concert grand-piano in the orangerie. When he knew the beautiful story of this gift*, he said: "you miss a guitar, here". A few days later, a huge case arrived in front of the orangerie door.