Evidence that the world is different
I am now Dubai waiting for a flight to Almaty (Kazakhstan). I spent the time on the flight reading (including Stieg Larsson’s third book in his trilogy – The girl who kicked the hornet’s nest – hard to put down. I also listened to all the Rai CDs on the plane’s enterntainment system. I came upon this music about 15 years ago when I was listening to Studio Brussel (then my favourite radio station in Europe) driving back to Maastricht (where I was living) after a bike race down in Belgium. It was bizarre – middle eastern instruments and modes – interspersed with acid jazz, house and straight jAzz. The first song I heard sounded very algerian and then the sax player went wild. I thought I was just tired from the hard race – it was so not what I was expecting – but I mmediately became a fan. So I caught up with all of the current releases – courtesy of an Emirates flight. This little blog extends that cultural saturation.