The carefree wail of
Santana's guitar
the gymnastic
thumping
and
tinkling
of Tito's
congas and timpani
The wind-strewn
tonalities of
Johnny Cleeg
singing of the
Scatterlings
and the honeyed coo of
Makeba
inviting just one more
touch
these give
life anew
Not to mention
the metronomic yet
frenetic (let's just call it metro-netic)
sax n' chant
of Dibango
lacing the duplicit
modern atmosphere with
ancient
truths
felt
rather than
understood
-Moussouma -
-Ya se
Makossa-
-Aboumaye-
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