I played piano with Guy Lafitte on numerous occasions in my early twenties. I lived in the south of France, and a pretty bad drummer organized gigs for Guy in the region. Guy was an absolutely astonishing human being, besides being a great player.For a a while, he stopped playing music and became a farmer in his home region, la Gascogne. He was also very active politically there, holding responsibilities for the french socialist party.
He was an outgoing, dionysiac person, that at the same time was very aware of his failures and shortcomings, and those of the world in general. He was incredibly human.He spoke a haunting southwestern accent with rolling R's and a dark smoky voice- something quite near to his saxophone sound.
At the time Guy died, I was out of the jazz scene, I learned about his death in the newspaper, and I hadn't seen him for a while. A couple of years ago, I met Pierre Boussaguet, who told me that they often talked with Guy about me, wondering what I had become. This saddened me even more, and I sort of felt ashamed for having disappeared like that. I very much miss him. He really was of a breed of jazz musicians that has completely died out- the attitude, the approach, the way of life.