LIVE: Cyrille Aimee @ Shepard Park, 8/12/15

September 17th, 2015, 4:00 pm by Greg

cyrille-aimae

Photographs by Richard Brody

The irresistibly charming French jazz vocalist Cyrille Aimee made quite an impression in her Greater Nippertown concert debut a year ago at the annual Jazz at the Lake festival. But the weather forced the performances to the rain site at the Lake George High School auditorium.

So it was fortunate indeed that the fine folks at the Lake George Arts Project brought her back to town to headline one of their weekly Wednesday evening summer concerts last month, and she finally got her chance to sing in Shepard Park with the lake shimmering behind her…

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LIVE: Cyrille Aimee @ The Egg, 2/13/15

February 18th, 2015, 4:00 pm by Greg
Cyrille Aimee

Cyrille Aimee

Review by J Hunter
Photographs by Rudy Lu

I tend to stay away if an artist that’s played Greater Nippertown recently makes a return appearance, if only so one of my colleagues can get a crack at seeing what I’ve seen. I was more than happy to break that rule for Cyrille Aimee’s show at The Egg last weekend, and for two reasons: I wanted to experience the divine intimacy her music creates in a space like The Egg’s Swyer Theatre, and I wanted to see if the riveting performance the vivacious French vocalist served up last fall at Lake George’s Jazz at the Lake festival was a fluke. My results: The intimacy was huge (yes, I know that’s a contradiction), and of the many things Cyrille Aimee is, a fluke is not one of them.

Outside of NYC’s Smalls Jazz Club (where she recorded her fourth CD), the Swyer may be the perfect place to see Aimee, and that became profoundly evident before she’d finished the first verse of her opener “Little White Lies.” Flanked by guitarists Adrien Moignard and Michael Valeanu, Aimee served up the mildly apologetic lyric with a purring alto and a coquettish smile as the piece got just enough push by bassist Sam Anning and drummer Rajiv Jayaweera. The smile turned into a full-blown grin as Moignard’s fingers flew over the fretboard of his acoustic guitar, ginning up the Django Reinhardt vibe that runs through all of Aimee’s recordings. Aimee bop-danced in place as Valeanu’s restrained hollow-body electric sound provided perfect counterpoint for Moignard. Moignard would return that favor more than a few times during the two-set performance.

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