Junior meets Senior


In deze nieuwe serie concerten werkt de Peter Guidi Foundation samen met De Tolhuistuin. Elke twee maanden organiseren we een optreden van een Nederlandse topartiest die samen met een van de bands van de Muziekschool Amsterdam een optreden verzorgt. Samen jazz spelen, improviseren, soleren, elkaar inspireren: Junior meets Senior staat garant voor een geweldige middag.

Junior meets Senior was een lang gekoesterd idee van Peter Guidi. Zo houden we jazz levend voor een nieuwe generatie muzikanten, en verbinden we de generaties in muziek.

Op het programma (onder voorbehoud):

15 oktober: Candy Dulfer

17 december: Eric Vloeimans

Kaarten te verkrijgen via De Tolhuistuin

Afgelopen concerten uit deze reeks:


Tolhuistuin 14 mei 2023

Het eerste concert werd gegeven door Benjamin Herman, zelf ook oud-leerling van Peter Guidi. De bigbands van de Muziekschool Amsterdam, met zeer getalenteerde spelers in de leeftijd van 10 tot 22 jaar gaven een prachtig optreden.

Foto: HH/Marcel Krijgsman Photography

14 september: spaghetti

Peter Guidi was born on september 14th. So it is time to celebrate his life and music. In normal times, we would like to invite you to eat a spaghetti-dinner with us, and have a jamsession. Alas. Hopefully next year…
Instead, we’d like to invite you to cook spaghetti yourself and send us a picture!

The best pictures will be published on this page.

The sender of the best picture will receive a copy of the marvelous and moving book “In his own Write”. Peter started to write down his memories and stories a few years ago. 
Ofcourse, you can order you copy in our shop, ofcourse.

The book!

Peter Guidi in his Own Write

Edited by Ken Wilkie

Order your copy now!! You can order the book in the webshop:

Peter Guidi in his own Write

Edited by his good friend Ken Wilkie, this book is the collection of all the stories you have heard Peter Guidi tell, at the bar after the gigs. You can hear his voice on every page.


The drink that changed my life

I arrived in Milan not knowing anybody with just 40,000 lire in my pocket and my saxophone. Forty thousand lire may sound like a lot of money but the fact that a simple pizza cost 400 lire gives an indication of how quickly that amount of money could last you.

Once I had found a cheap guesthouse, it hit me that if I was going to survive in the city I had to get street-wise fast. I needed some inside information. The only reference I had was what the agent in Lucca had told me: ‘Go to Bar Plinio behind the Galleria del Corso. That’s where the musicians hang out and tell the owner, Plinius, that I sent you.’

I found the bar which was situated in the center of the city near the right -hand exit of the Galleria. I went in and introduced myself to the owner. Plinius immediately told me some harsh truths I didn’t want to hear. ‘You’re too late; all the bands have already formed for the summer season. You should have been here two months ago,’ he said.

Notwithstanding the unwelcome news, I had no choice but to go there every day hoping that something would turn up. During this time I got to know and like Plinius, a big, soft-spoken, philosophical fellow, who took me under his wing. He told me where I could find a cheaper guesthouse in the outskirts of town and where I could get the best pizza for the least money.

Sometimes he would look at my skinny frame, shake his head and give me a free briosche with my morning cappuccino. But despite having found a cheaper guesthouse and Plinius’s generosity, my money soon ran out.

A week later I found myself sitting in the bar almost completely broke. I had just enough money left for either a bus ticket back to the guesthouse or one last beer. Although it was late in the evening and an hour’s walk to the guesthouse, I decided to go for a last beer. ‘What the hell,’ I thought.

A few minutes after I started my glass of Nastro Azzuro, the door opened and three guys walked in. Two were around my age with long hair and dressed in t-shirts and jeans. The third was older, in his mid-thirties, dressed sharp in the latest fashion.

‘Ciao Nando’, said Plinio to the older of the three, ‘Long time no see. How are things going for you this summer?’

‘Fine,’ replied Nando, ‘I have work in clubs for the whole summer season. Up and down the Adriatic coast: Milano Marittima, Rimini, Riccione.’

‘Great. Sounds like you’ve got it all sewn up,’ commented Plinius.

‘But I have one big problem’, continued Nando, ‘I can’t find a saxophone player.’

 I slowly turned around and put my hand up in the air. Before I could say a word Plinius laughed and said, ‘Peter here is a saxophone player. He’s been coming in here every day for a week looking for work.’

Nando, who turned out to be the bandleader, beamed and shaking my hand introduced me to the other musicians, bassist Sergio Caiazzo and pianist Renato Costarella. Without asking any questions he immediately offered me the job. The following day I moved into the guesthouse where they were staying and shared a room with the pianist at no expense.

That same week we started rehearsing in a rented basement. From being down to my last cent I suddenly found myself with paid lodgings and three months’ work on the Adriatic to look forward to.

As of now, you can order the book in the webshop: