Harry’s bootlegged performance at the Rectorat while it was snowing outside calmly. Romanian jazz to listen to near the fire and fall in love with winter.

The feeling of Bucharest or an ideal Bucharest is all pervasive in Harry’s cool, though he denied it when asked, and retorted a bit irate his jazz has nothing to do with the ugly city (as we called it) but more with the interplay of the minor and major third intervals in music.

Harry Tavitian


Harry in concert