The first festival of deconfinement followed by Just Focus, the Django Reinhardt has bet on a safe, effective programming, which declines all the nuances of jazz. From swing to classy to jazz rock, with oriental, Cuban, gypsy colors. Thus, jazz is not as elitist as it seems. Perfect to celebrate the return to life before, in good understanding with the health rules related to Covid 19. On the grass or on the straw, the festival rises crescendo towards an ode to music, freedom, dance, collective communion of survivors of confinement. 
Django All Stars, the quintet resurrects gypsy jazz New Orleans style
First of all, the Django All Stars sets a decidedly festive atmosphere. Between the violin and the accordion, the guitar takes the lead. Late train, composed by Ludovic Beier, the accordionist, sets the tone for a danceable jazz, hopping where the double bass punctuates the swing of semi-acoustic guitars, with an accordion with vibrant keys. Festival of strings, stitched notes, strummed, caressed, slipped, touched. Then, Lovely wife , composed by Samson Schmit, one of the two guitarists, plunges into the introspection of a romantic ballad. Lyricism, softness, tenderness of an orchestration full of nuance and elegance. Between the tribute to Serge Gainsbourg, where the musicians revisit Elisa and La Javanaise, that to Toots Thielemans, or to Django Reinhardt, the only song sung, jubilant scat, the quintet delights in virtuosity, enthusiasm and escapes. We go down the Mississippi, with these happy balancers.
Ayo, a voice that carries emotions
appears Ayo. Accompanied by pianist Gaël Rokotondrabe, she plays the guitar, the notes fall like raindrops. In an underground voice, the first words are as if whispered in the ear. My lips made a promise. When I spoke my vow. I said, in my heart. Only you can have this. And there will be thunder. And there might be quakes. But a warm bit of love. Surely never breaks. I won't love you no less, just more, rest assured. In you I found what I've been looking for, rest assured. I won't love you no less, just more, rest assured. You don't have to worry, at all. 
Ayo, with all the sweetness and simplicity that characterize her, continues in a piano-voice duet, her hymn to natural plural beauty. The feat is the ease with which she walks from one repertoire to another, while keeping her charisma. From jazz to soul to reggae, from classics to mash up between his title begging you and ne me quitte pas de Brel, everything slips over his suave, sometimes rocky voice, which carries a positive interiority. Ocean, the title that rocks the audience, like the fetus in the womb of the "Sea", (mother) image that she evokes for this title. The trio with saxophonist Samy Thiébault shines in the twilight light of the forest of Fontainebleau.
The meaning of celebration according to Ibrahim Maalouf
Ibrahim Maalouf the taulier of the festival appears at nightfall. The bright décor surrounds the musicians with a red-orange halo. The party stumbles, the two Cuban musicians invited on the 11th album of the trumpeter, lead us to dance salsa like frenzied Latinos. The shadow of the Buena Vista Social Club hovers in space. Ibrahim transports us into the desert to the sound of his trumpet. Beirut, the Orient arise between flights of jazz rock where sounds from hip hop mingle. A magical moment, when the artist makes us hear his breath, like the paroxysm of his music. The pure, naked sound is in itself, at this precise moment, the whole melody. No notes, except the sound of a current. The musicians, who are nearly a dozen on stage, fire all rhythms and all colors, in a cleverly orchestrated sound explosion. Summer promises to be rich in emotions and liberating celebrations. 
