Magic Buck or Blues incarnate

 

affichelovelightOn stage a man standing alone, with his voice, three guitars including his emblematic 1931 National Duolian, harmonicas he ritually dips in a glass of water, and his famous Tabourin®, a self-designed stool-drum he sits on, stomping his blues with his boots. Sounds like a whole band together, with no machine at all, only wood an steel. Heir of a musical tradition, he sings his own blues.

 

Magic Buck improved his mind with pre-war Blues masters like Son House, Charley Patton and Robert Johnson, and also Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf et John Lee Hooker, pionneers of up-north urban period later in the 1950's. From first ones, he got his deep love for acoustic solo performing and from second ones, the tremendous energy coming from amplified bands which accompanied them.

 

A real initiation journey, band after band, way back into history of american music, led him naturally back to the roots of the Blues. Makin' his decision to go further alone in 1997, he became more and more permeated with Folk-Blues, because of its artistic honesty and pureness, far beyond commercial music criteria, until he could not express himself another way. He finally got totally committed into Blues music.

 

 

Some people say Magic Buck's got the Blues in him

  

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Love for people bounds Buck to sing and play, and with people he shares his music. This engaging, poetic and mystic artist likes to take the audience with him under a cocoon during the show. Three albums and a few years of a life dedicated to playing his music and paying his dues forged the lonely bluesman's style with a very own autobiographical repertoire, within everybody can identify, as it originally was meant to be.

 

Thankful is the returning album in 2008, after a long hard days period, a truly life disruption necessary and (re)constructive. More present than ever, the musicien family man lives now intensely from day to day. Love & Light, released in 2011, shows us the new man Magic Buck became after all these years and adds a new sensiblity to this story he tells us every night.

 

Not totally a "One-Man-Band" but not so far, he's as comfortable performin' on both small and big stage. Hittin' blues, shuffle, boogie or ballad, on 6 or 12 string guitar, slidin' on his old National, blowin' life through his harps, the bluesman takes us with passion into his adventure, which is also ours. Three words to resume an evening with Magic Buck : energy, emotion and happiness.