Following our morning church ceremony, our wedding reception began at 1300. Since we didn’t want to have a huge party (and were only 40 people), my husband and I opted for a harpist to play during the reception.

I found Myriam quite simply by Googling “Paris Harpist” since I had nobody to provide any recommendations and no idea about anything in Paris at the time. We briefly corresponded over email and we decided to meet for a coffee to discuss the wedding. As soon as I met Myriam, I felt comfortable with her.

I’m not entirely sure of how to explain it but I knew I wanted her to be a part of our day; she was so friendly, genuine and more importantly, interested in what we wanted for our special day. Perhaps it sounds silly, but I wanted to feel comfortable with everybody involved from the church to the venue to the catering staff to the musician to the photographer – I wanted everybody and everything to feel just right.

We know nothing about classical music. We know that we like it, but our knowledge ends there! Myriam was so helpful, and we had such confidence in her that we didn’t even specify a “must-play” list. We explained that we wanted soft, romantic tunes and left the rest to her.

We were so impressed, as were all of our guests.

I think both my dress and Myriam’s playing received top billing : ).

As the afternoon drew to a close, Myriam answered questions from guests about her harp, and even showed us how to play a few notes.

Needless to say, we were all awful but it was a lot of fun.

I feel strongly that people should have a passion, and it warms my heart to know that when Myriam plays, it’s not just her job, she actually plays with love, passion and joy.

I feel honoured that she was able to share those emotions on our wedding day. Now I just need to arrange another wedding so we can have her back!

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Vendredi 21 octobre 2011 5 21 /10 /Oct /2011 20:01

Soirée Pictet au Musée Grévin

Grande soirée Pictet, au Musée Grévin hier soir,

Cocktail dinatoire avec harpe, devant la statue de cire d'Elvis Presley

Elvis 2011 Grévin

faux gardiens de musée devenant chanteurs et musiciens,

Emmanuel et Elvis 2011 Grévin

et un exceptionnel et inattendu "Love me tender"

interprété par Emmanuel Pleintel

Emmanuel 2011 Grévin

faux gardien de musée,

mais vrai musicien, poète, chanteur,

et tant d'autres choses encore...

Tout le monde était là !

Marylin 2011 Grévin

Marylin bien sûr,

mais aussi Madonna et Mickael Jackson,

Madonna et Mickael, 2011 Grévin 2

Henri Salvador et Claude François,

Henri et Cloclo 2011 Grévin 1

Albert Einstein était caché derrière nous,

Einstein 2011 Grévin

Charlie Chaplin

Charlie Chaplin Grévin 2011

et le Mahatma Gandhi ...

Gandhi 2 2011 Grévin

Il fallait lever les yeux pour apercevoir le mime Marceau, un peu plus haut...

Marcel Marceau, le mime

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Myriam sings Blue Angel's song, with harpist Park Stickney

Tiré du film l'Ange bleu, the Blue Angel song : Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuss auf Liebe eingestellt

Journées de la harpe d'Arles 2004 : La Rêve party de Marielle N.

At Marielle Nordmann request, for the Arles Harp Festival, Myriam sings the Marlene Dietrich song, from the movie the Blue Angel,

with the jazz harpist Park Stickney.

Sur une idée de Marielle Nordmann, Myriam Serfass interprète Marlène Dietrich, et revisite la chanson tirée du film l'Ange bleu, accompagnée à la harpe par le harpiste jazz Park Stickney.

La "Rêve Party de Marielle N" Cabaret musical, avec la complicité de Pierre Tchernia et d’une trentaine d’artistes, était comme une soirée spectacle entre artistes amis, et à la demande de Marielle, nous étions chacun sortis de nos répertoires habituels, juste pour le plaisir de se surprendre, et de mettre en scène de façon improvisée des idées et des situations improbables, comme dans les rêves...

Images : Clémence Bourgoin