It's not world music, it's just music.

After listening heartily to Mali Music with my brothers in 2002, being exposed to Fela Kuti in 2006 by my dear friend Whit and reintroduced with the relatively new broadway show, and most recently turned to Tinariwen from my bud JDR, I have grown to love the traditional music of Africa and the spin new artists from the motherland put on American's take on the music they created in the first place. Full Circle.

From the dolcet tones of Ladysmith Black Mambazo to the funloving riffs of Vieux Farka Toure one can spend a lifetime exploring the myriad genres in Mama Africa. Move over Stanley, Burton and Livingstone, there is much more to discover here. L'Afrique, your contributions to music are endless.

P.S. Best part of my night? Toure family came out to dance on stage.
P.P.S. The Secret just came out tuesday, check it out.

Information overload

I love to learn about pretty much everything. When new things are introduced to me, it is like a drug. I must have new music/art/film/food and like Veloso's vagabond heart, mine "wants to hold the world in me."  I find the history of everything from Theremin festivals to Rock Paper Scissor Championships all tremendously interesting.  Why just this last week I saw french pop on wednesday, goslings and ducklings at work on thursday, found a new natural cherry energy drink on friday and wanna hear the words of the prophet (Q'uran) complete with a reciter? there's an app for that.  When I encounter these types of things I tend to explode into nonstopsharing mode, as my friends and wellwishers know well (Moe: I'm a wellwisher, in that I don't wish you any specific harm). When I am attempting to be clever and tell my story with tongue-in-cheek (it's hereditary, makes it hard to chew) please understand this is my way. Either laugh at me or with me. Either way it gives me much joy to see your smiling face.