amassakoul

maybe it's the hot weather

or just the need to move around to a tight groove

but tinariwen, the poet guitarists and rebels from the southern sahara,

have been filling the air here after a bit of an absence.

this is pure summer music

in the golden fish definition of summer music.

groovalicious, soulful, feel-it-in-your-hips music.

never heard of them?

perhaps you didn't know me when i posted this.

i can listen to this group without understanding their songs

but their words, which come from their touareg heritage - born out of the desert -

are worth reading:

so here are the words for the song you can choose to listen to

or shake your ass to:

amassakoul

i am a traveler in the lone desert

it's nothing special

i can stand the wind

i can stand the thirst

and the sun

i know how to go and walk

until the setting of the sun

in the desert, flat and empty,

where nothing is given

my head is alert, awake

i have climbed up and climbed down

the mountains where I was born

i know in which caves the water is hidden

these worries are my friends

i'm always on familiar

terms with them and that

gives birth to the stories of my life

you who are organized

assembled, walking together

hand in hand, you're living

a path which is empty of meaning

in truth, you're all alone.

headphones out ladies and gentlemen! blinkers off!!