A master of spontaneously precise improvisation is no more (yes yes its a mouthful of an opening sentence but accurate so I will not repent). His last work, Savane, is a fitting monument which words fail to describe or do justice to. Best shut up and listen. The genius delivers the goods in his glorious laid-back style so aptly captured on the album cover. I miss Savane as well as the integrity in the sounds of Niafunké horribly. Takes a lot of metta to prevent me from kicking myself for leaving the CDs behind during the evacuation.
After ditching the old Walkman I refuse to join the herd of ear-plugged iPoders. It was music through speakers or nothing. I didn’t consider myself a “World Music” (an inexplicably inadequate tern) fanatic. Bothered to listen to my music stash only sporadically. Now it is not with me and perhaps half of it on a ship chugging unhurriedly towards Colombo. The absence is deafening.
Yet all is not lost. Have been twiddling the radio dial in the chariot. Developed a liking to yfm and Sha FM. Into the vacuum floods the new.
Writing this post has become a contemplation – of how I regard music in general and my eccentric (other peoples’ words) taste in sound. I don’t think I’m the only Sri Lanka partial to Malian music but I admit its unusual.
The sort of thing I will have to explain repeatedly but that’s another post, another page.