Saturday the 14th, I wove through the tourists of
Grafton Street, eager to see the light at the edge of the crowd where Stephen’s
Green offered much welcomed contrast to the bellowing department stores and
trampled red bricks. That evening,
however, I was not seeking solace in ponds and trees, but in music. Ever since my brother completed his senior
project in Mali and introduced me to West African music about six years ago, I
have had a growing interest in artists such as Vieux Farka Touré and his father Ali, Toumani
Diabaté, and Nuru Kane. My passion for blues developed as soon as I
discovered my father’s record collection as a young teenager, and hearing the styles
from the Delta fused with the earthy rhythms and inflections of traditional
African song created an instant euphoria.
At any record store that I venture into, as soon as I am finished
ravaging the blues section, I will immediately wander to shelves of world
music, and since the titles are generally in a foreign language undecipherable
by me, the most intriguing cover art and longest song list usually decide which
artists I will try out. My method hasn’t
failed yet, but my discovery of Boubacar Traoré was not instigated by random chance in a record store, but by
a concert poster that led me to a church of all places.
Outside of Stephen’s Green, the Unitarian Church of Dublin welcomes
people from all ages and backgrounds, and as a demonstration of their appeal
for solidarity, they host “steeple sessions”, live concerts open to the public. These concerts are held within the church
itself, so on the 14th, after paying €12 and waiting in line for thirty minutes, I entered the
foyer, climbed a flight of stairs to the main chamber, and sat in a pew. I looked around in admiration of the
intricate stained glass and two storey high pipe organ that occupied the
otherwise modest interior. The overhead
lights were out and a purple glow was cast on the walls by lighting around the
stage, where microphones, a guitar, and an African calabash (a bottle gourd
dried, hollowed, and used as a percussion instrument) were set up in place of the
altar.
Not long after 8 p.m. the evening’s act emerged from the
sacristy: Boubacar Traoré
from Mali and his companions, Lousenni Kone and Vincent Bucher. For the next hour and a half the “congregation”
sat enthralled by the performance. Though
he had been performing professionally since the 1960s when Malian independence
was young, Boubacar Traoré handled
his guitar with such vitality that the youth within his heart was as evident as
his passion for the music. Lousenni Kone,
the youngest of the three, leaned over his calabash like a beatnik over a podium,
tapping the rhythm with his fist or a ring on his finger. The French musician, Vincent Bucher, wailed
through his harmonica with such speed and virtuosity that would be heard from
Blues Traveller’s John Popper. They were
certainly a dynamic trio, and their delivery of African blues had the entire
audience dancing in the pews or clapping the tempo, regardless of whether they
understood the lyrics or not. Boubacar
Traoré and his fellow musicians poured out so much soul and emotion from their
instruments that the lyrics could practically be felt and understood in the
notes alone. Everyone in the church felt
their music, so much that a few patrons ran to the exit to snatch the last
posters hanging on the corridor walls as keepsakes from the night.
Good music review. Watch preposition use. Would you have looked up this group on your own if your brother hadn't been to Mali. What makes us pursue certain paths. Are we always influenced by others or do we choose some things on our own?
ReplyDeleteRelly enjoyed the tune and the piece! You do a good job of adapting what could be an excellent straight-up music review to the more narrative requirements of Travel Writing by including personal history and emphasizing setting. This compliments your treatment of the show very well. What are some resources for finding more West African music, aside from the list you've already provided?
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I think you need to push youself to describe the music more. I know that is hard but the only referent we have is blues, so was he just. Blues player from Africa or does his sound compare with the other artists you mention?
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