Tangier Day 2 Hamadsha

Onward from here.


12/16/13 Tangier, Morocco

Jay said to record the morning prayer call so I got up a little before 6am opened the wooden shutters and carefully held my recorder with it's built-in condenser mics out the window to take an audio photograph of the sounds at dawn.  I did hear a call to prayer, distant, but cutting through the still, fresh air.  All the muezzins nowadays use microphones through small Voice of Islam P.A.speakers positioned high atop the mosque's minarets for maximum effect.  They actually do broadcast quite far.  Usually, somehow, they have exactly the right amount of distortion on them suggesting the sound the edge of a classic rock vocal only in Arabic.  Even a crusty old Agnostic such as Yours Truly can relate to the musicality of an Adhan, an Islamic call to prayer, without having a clue to its literal meaning.  The passion and devotion of the muezzin, to this listener, does what music does ie opens up alternate worlds, lets in new information.  It makes a crack in the world between the tonal and the nagual to use Castenada's terms.  The key to getting out and riding an Adhan to a brief, natural, psychedelic high - exterminate all rational thought, drop all concepts of religion, culture, whatever you "think" it's supposed to be and just LISTEN!!!

From Wikipedia, the free and truthful encyclopedia:

The adhān (Arabic: أَذَان‎ [ʔaˈðaːn]), (or azan as pronounced in Afghanistan, Azerbaijan, Bangladesh, India, Iran, Malaysia, Pakistan, Tajikistan, and Turkmenistan, ezan in Turkey, Bosnia and Herzegovina), azon in Uzbekistan, is the Islamic call to worship, recited by the muezzin at prescribed times of the day. The root of the word is ʾadhina أَذِنَ meaning "to listen, to hear, be informed about". Another derivative of this word is ʾudhun (أُذُن), meaning "ear".

Recording prayer calls is something I try to do as much as possible in Moslem countries, so even though this first one was distant and out of focus to some degree, I expected there would be other chances for a closer Adhan.

Bags packed and hauled downstairs, sitting in the lobby area of this house with Bill waiting to move out.  Everything in this space reminds me of an invisible, non-human presence.  The overhead light coverings - lamp shades is too inadequate a term - are silverish metal cylinders that come to a conical point.  Many small apertures of various shapes and sizes are cut out of these cylinders making a variety of small windows for the light to shine through in a psychedelic mosaic of forms.  The light dances and flickers about the room, and could be why this space feels so alive.  It reminds me of the Dream Machine that Brion Gysin helped design and promote.  Another crack between worlds.  I'm getting high just sitting here.

A small sitting room with a fireplace off the lobby is the one area where the wi fi hotspot works to connect to the world.  On the inside wall above the arched entrance resides a shrine to Isis in her Christian guise of Mary, Mother of God.  Various small artifacts, photos, ceramics, paintings, delicate porcelains adorn the wall, giving this atmosphere a soft quality.  A well-fed, fuzzy-haired cat introduced itself to me, very friendly.  A couple of other cats roamed about the premise, and I remembered seeing a rather large number of cats on the street yesterday in  Tangier.  I wondered if this is where William Burroughs picked up his love for cats.

Driving down to the Square where the Rif Cinema is located,  a 1938 Arthouse theater.  A traffic roundabout in the center of the square revolves around a stone walkway that circumambulates a large basin of Moorish stonemasonry design. People sit around the walls of the masonry freely relaxing, waiting, tasting the artistic perfection of this day or just resting.  Water flows from a 3 tiered fountain in the center of the basin.  A mosque resides on the southern end of the Square where I'll try to capture a good, loud prayer call. After filming and recording in the Square, we'll be recording a Hamadsha ceremony.  We talk about set up time on the way down.  I ask for 90 minutes, Eric says it will take that long to set up the lights, also he has an interview to do before the music.

Recording ambience in the Square invisibly to the world; getting mostly traffic, but even traffic has locational clues, site specific sounds that makes for its own, unique music.  The traffic in LA sounds much different than the traffic in Tangier, but what would happen if you edit and mix the two together?  Paul Bowles heard the car horns of Paris sounding like the trumpets at the start of Gershwin's An American in Paris.

A Production Assistant told me the time of the noon adhan, the prayer call, 12:10pm or something like that.  Got all set up for it on a grassy knoll by the mosque, but then was called away to record a woman in a restaurant.  Actually did catch the adhan, but it was from the balcony of a restaurant admist the foreground of people chatter, glasses clinking, sea gulls crying and wind blowing in from the sea.  The raspy muezzin voice still cut through with as much intensity as Iggy Pop's vocal singing Cold Metal (first song on the Instinct album).

The mint tea here is delicious.  Adam and I drank some while waiting to get kicked out of this restaurant and find a different one.  The owner caught up in some issue about his establishment being filmed.  The woman didn't care, and neither did I.  The tea was very good and we'd had exactly enough time to enjoy it outside in the pleasantly mild afternoon. Very minty and sans sucre, best I had in Morocco, or anywhere for that matter.

The Hamadsha are a Sufi Brotherhood.  They trace their lineage back to two Sufi Saints from the 18th Century, Sidi Ali ben Hamdush and Sidi Ahmed Dghughi.  They are also said to have close ties with Aisha Qandisha said to be the most powerful female djinn or spirit.  She's also been called the djinn of threshold and danger.  She seems one of the most common archetypal characters that the ecstatics who go into trance allow, or find themselves possessed by.  The Hamadsha use their rituals for purposes of healing.  According to Vincent Crapanzano in The Hamadsha: A Study in Moroccan Ethnopsychiatry (a most unappealing title), they use music and dance to dramatize the illness and to access the trance state where they make an accommodation with the djinn responsible for the disease.  I don't know what the intention of today's ceremony was meant to be.

The location for their invocation was downstairs in a fairly small space a few blocks down a hill into a congested shopping district area with throngs of people on the streets and in the shops.  All kinds of cheap goods available everywhere you look; I remember seeing lots of shoes and T-shirts.  I was told that the location was a sacred space where a Saint, or rather their body, was buried.  It did have unusually good acoustics, a reflective synergy of stone walls, carpet on the floor, and lots of people - men, woman, and children dressed in robes.  The sound was clear and alive.  The musicians were able to balance themselves acoustically quite naturally.  An intimate, powerful small room sound, like seeing the Rolling Stones at the El Macombo in Toronto circa 1977 except this was a Sufi Brotherhood, but I get ahead of myself.

Transportation was again by these loud motorcycles attached  to big metal carts.  I had all the equipment I needed ready to load by the fountain.  The first haul was all the camera and lighting equipment.  I waited patiently for a good 20 - 30 minutes for my ride.  The negative ions from the water must have had effect as I felt very relaxed amongst the bustle of people, traffic and commerce.  It would be the last relaxed moment of this day.  This wait to get to location would go against the 90 minute set up time.

Arrived on site, shoes off at the door, we are treading sacred ground.  I get a rundown on the musicians: 4 drummers, 2 rhaita players, 4 singers, then look for a room close to the stage, but out of frame to set up the recording gear.  They found a back storage room with just enough room to set up my 3 small pieces of equipment and sit on a crate behind them, bit of a balancing act.  Started setting up mics, always a negotiation with the camera people - clip-on lavaliers for the 4 singers, 414s left and right for stage ambience. Going for some floor mics for the drums when Jay tells me to stop and get ready to record.  Fortunately, the acoustics were co-operative and the recording came out well despite not enough mics.  The rhaitas cut through nicely over the thick percussion.  The vocals were mostly acapella, and when starting to play drums they did so softly while the singing was still happening, then really got going after they stopped singing.

About one minute before filming, the set quiet in preparation, all of a sudden for no apparent reason a loud crashing sound comes from right across me in the storage room, I think a metal bowl had fallen.  I didn't even consider what might have caused it, just seemed like an announcing gong of sorts for the music.  Afterwards, I noticed a snow white pigeon perambulating about in that area and figured that's what did it.

I was told that Sufis go into trance to connect with God because they don't believe in The Prophet.  Other trances are darker because they involve spirit possession. The person who told me this seemed to feel that this Hamadsha fell into the latter category.  I don't know why, I had almost the opposite experience.

The musicians are in traditional costume, colorful robes and head gear, lots of white and red, seated in place.  The small room looks about 80% full, expectant, hushed participents in flowing robes, children, women and men, fellow travelers through these mystical trance spaces accessed by music.  The expression of heart, body and mind fused together through sound.  The carrier wave that takes you out.

They started slow, four part acapella singing sounding a little Eastern Orthodox liturgical at a dirge tempo rising in passion and emotion as they progress.  I don't know what language they are singing in, probably a Moroccan Arabic dialect, but I do hear what sounds like the word Allah at various times.  I use it like a grapple hook in a video game for bhakti fueled expansion keying into a trance space overview traveling pretty fast, but not at the speed of light, after all I'm on the job.  It felt very emotionally uplifting.

The whole ceremony had a continuous progression to a climatic finish, reminding me of  Ravel's Bolero, another Sufi inspired classic.  In this case, it ended with loud uptempo drums and piercing rhaitas with many people dancing about.  The main singer/chief invocant had taken off his mic to  move out into the dancing crowd stirring the mood into an ecstatic release, an offering of sorts.  Immediately after they stopped I started backing up the files.  It doesn't exist until it's backed up.  Just as I started, a large determined woman with a baby tied to her back bulldozed her way into the space moving past the recording gear to a closet on the other side which turned out to have baby supplies.  It was a very small space, I became nervous and put my attention around the gear to try to protect it. You can encounter all kinds of strange resistance to powerful music so never take chances.  Everything turned out ok for all three of us.

Different Hamadsha group at Volubilis, one of our future locations

The lighting and camera crew broke down and were out of there at lightening speed.  The Sound Department took a little longer despite various "helpers" attacking the mics and stuffing them into cases.  The pace felt about the same as a roadrunner with a wiley coyote on its tracks, I couldn't move fast enough.  Rode atop the equipment facing backwards when getting whisked uphill back to the Rif Cinema Square on a blue chipped motorcart.  Looking at the people and street going backwards felt like looking at a film in reverse.  Still very high and altered by the music and space.

Also, this seemed like a quasi-military operation - drop in with the gear, execute the mission in unknown territory in a time sensitive and efficient way, then pull out, get extracted.  Riding on the back of the cart, it felt like I was getting extracted from a world I had just soared in.  Going to the next thing, which was the evening meal; catering was set up in a restaurant on a street behind the Square.  I'm given vague directions, but see a familiar face when I get close.  Made the mistake of eating something I couldn't identify. 

Tonight we drive to Ketama, over 5200' up in the Rif Mountains.  Going there to film a ritual celebration for a child's circumcision.  Shortly before we're about to leave, the evening prayer call commences.  Fortunately, the trucks were parked right beside the mosque. I quickly go into record and get a close version of it, though traffic was loud.  We pull out of Tangier as it's starting to get dark.

Ketama is known as the hashish capital of the world.  Even as far back as 1959 it was recognized as such by Paul Bowles in Their Heads are Green and Their Hands are Blue.  As we get close someone remarks that this valley was completely full of marijuana plants in the Spring when they went here to scout locations.  The story goes that this part of the Rif Mountains never got conquered by any of the colonial imperialist forces who tried, they've always been independent.  They are also secessionists, but the government pacifies them by discreetly allowing them to continue making their product without interference.

After all this talk it began to feel like we were going into the hidden valley of Hassan I Sabbah (where the word "hashish" derives) , or some other magical realm.  Unfortunately, I also became quite nauseous especially when the road became very windy, constantly going around mountain curves.  They had to stop once for me.  The crisp night air felt great.  Standing by the side of the road looking into the darkened valley, it definitely seemed somewhere outside the ordinary Universe, in a land with a different set of physics even in the haze of my physical distress.  Narnia or Tolkien spring to mind, not to mention Wonderland or the film Something Wicked This Way Comes.  Twenty minutes later we stop again for something else.  I get out again and this time see a nearly full moon with the largest halo I've ever seen around it, taking up nearly half the sky, awe inspiring and spooky.  I tried to space out for the rest of the drive, only about another 20 minutes, to dissociate from the physical pain.  It worked to some degree, but I was real glad to arrive at our destination and stop moving.  It had been a long day.










 

Jilala in Tangier

This continues the December 2013 Moroccan adventures.  Last installment is here.

I relish the idea that in the night, all around me in my sleep, sorcery is burrowing its invisible tunnels in every direction, from thousands of senders to thousands of unsuspecting recipients,  Spells are being cast, poison is running its course; souls are being dispossessed of parasitic pseudo-consciousness  that lurks in the unguarded recesses of the mind.

  There is a drumming out there most nights.  It never awakens me; I hear the drums and incorporate them into my dream, like the nightly call of the muezzins.  Even in the dream if I'm in New York, the first Allah Akbar! effaces the backdrop and carries whatever comes next to North Africa, and the dream goes on.

- Paul Bowles, Without Stopping

12/14/13  Marrakech

Awoke very early, 5am or so to pack and to record birds singing at the break of day.  Bill had told me about a spot in the garden by the pool where the collaged mosaic of multiple repetitive bird calls, whistles, hoots, hollars and screams converged nicely.  Headphones on, volume up, stereophonic bird symphony buzzing through my head; staying mostly still, walking around a little bit.  They paused at one point, I thought they were done, but it was more like a brief intermission as they started back up after a couple of minutes. Why would I even want to translate these layered aviary ministrations into musical terms and references?  They create their own ordered harmonic environment outside of human musical parameters.  Space is the place as Sun Ra liked to say.  The feeling or message I got from the experience of this recording was: this sure is a psychedelic world ...

Checked email from the one spot in this deluxe luxury hotel where the wi fi internet worked. It was exactly 3.2 meters from the Front Desk, and you had to hold your device at a 37 degree angle, give or take a few degrees, to get connected.  Got a message with some Pro Tools configuration instructions from Paul, the systems tech in New York - the last step needed to get our recording software working on a different computer.  It was now all systems go with the multitrack recording rig.

Nothing on today's schedule except driving to Tangier.  The crew is assigned to different passenger vans.  I'm traveling with Bill, Jay, Eric, David, Austin, and another Production Assistant.  Our driver is Jamal Charaf whom Jay calls Mgouna after his hometown, a future stop on our tour.  This will be our vehicle and travel configuration for the next 2 weeks, the rest of the trip except for the end when we go to the desert.

Arrived in Tangier around 8pm just as the jaws of night were closing in.  It looks much darker with very few street lights shining and no visible moon. The "hotel" is in the Kasbah part of town, the old town with its narrow, winding, maze-like streets.  We could only take the vehicles so far, hoofing our luggage an extra 1/4 mile or so up stairs to a small terrace which connected to the street with our hotel.  A small group of djellaba covered men lounging on the terrace observe our portage.  The eldest says to me as we go by, "You have come to Tangier for the key, yes?"  I don't know what he's talking about though he sounds serious and sincere.  There's a glint in his eye and a half smile on his face.  As there appear to be many locks with many keys in life, I can't disagree, so I laugh and say, "yes, I'm here for the key."  From my point of view, everywhere I go I look for the key.  I don't always find her, but usually I do.

We had stopped for a meal at a roadside restaurant on the way up where I noticed Sufi inspired designs in the metal grillwork that surrounded the outdoor eating area.  Previously, I'd seen examples of this in Mali at the home of a bandleader we stayed at.  The food was good too, a step up from the empty fast food type of fare American highway reststops typically serve.

The lodgings in Tangier's Kasbah felt closer to a bed and breakfast than a hotel; like a beautifully furnished small New York brownstone that is home to someone.  What it lacked in 5 Star hotel amenities it made up for with high aesthetic interior decorating, warmth, and personal care.  I found rose and orchid petals carefully arranged on the bed in my room along with a small ceramic bowel overflowing with homemade baked goods and cookies.  A large bottle of water was on the night stand.

I set up Pro Tools in the room and began making safety back-ups and rough monitor balances of what we had recorded so far.  A couple of hours later Jay stops by and checks out the Gnawa music and the Heddaoua rapping.  He seems excited by what he hears, it's the first time he's had a chance to check the audio. 

12/15/13 Tangier

Breakfast on an outdoor rooftop terrace looking out onto the congregated roof landscape of the Kasbah buildings all joined together like an intricate Escher drawing. Piping hot Turkish coffee, fresh homemade yogurt, pastries, breads, pears, fresh OJ, applesauce, hardboiled eggs breaks the night's fast.  Cool crisp morning air, faint smell of the sea.  A harsh angular sun, a little too bright glaring off the mostly whitewashed building exteriors, and not yet warm enough in the crystal blue cloudless sky sharpens the tensions and polarities in the tangential, to me, shoptalk. Resolved or sidetracked, differences set aside by going to work.  The common unifying goal called getting something done.

Tonight's mission consists of recording a group of Jilala musicians.  Jilala is the name of a Sufi Brotherhood dating to 12th Century Baghdad.  Like Gnawa, its music puts some of the participants into trance and also reputedly has healing powers.  They play flutes, drums including deep pitched frame drums, and sing.  The ceremony tonight celebrates the return home of a wayward son who had wandered abroad for many years.

After breakfast Bill and I went for a walk and found the nearby Production staging area where the Catering Department had established camp.  It was at the top of the hill just on the other side of the wall where you can see the Mediterranean Sea empty into the Atlantic Ocean and see Gibraltar just across the way.  A Location Manager assigned an assistant named Mohammed to me who didn't speak English, but still proved extremely helpful.  I gave him my Arabic name, Aziz.  We were also given a driver whose vehicle was a motorcycle welded to a heavy metal cart for hauling equipment.  I rode in the back with the gear hanging on for dear life as the bike and cart careened at reckless speed through the Kasbah's tiny streets and alleyways occasionally scraping the walls of the buildings and narrowly missing a group of elderly tourists.

Walked into the house where the event would take place.  It looked run down, unused, and somehow kind of lonely like it had been familiar with splendor and glory of grander days, but now left neglected.  The area behind where the stage would be, an alcove off the central large room, served for a trash dump.  I had to carefully navigate it at one point to string cables.  Paint peeling, dusty tiles, dirt on the floor, it desperately needed some UBIK, if anyone knows the P.K. Dick reference.  Well, I was here now.  Several people were busy doing a preliminary cleaning that would eventually transform this sad building interior into a movie set.  I would wait until they finished washing the floors and the water dried to begin setting up. 

Looking around the joint I stumbled across a man, a young woman - his wife I assumed , and the Assistant Art Director, Nazik.  The man introduced himself as the owner of the property, his name goes unrecorded.  He asked if we would like to hear the history of this domicile to which I readily agreed.  The woman told me her name which I didn't hear clearly and said she was a film editor.  I misunderstood believing she was the film editor for this film, but she was here to help as a camera assistant.

This house is called Palais Ben Abbou.  It is 5 or 6 centuries old serving originally as the residence of the Sultan's harem.  Later it became the house of the Pasha who ruled the area.  More recently, in the late 1980s,  it was the site where the Rolling Stones recorded with the Master Musicians of Jajouka for one song on their Steel Wheels album.  According to the owner, they came here and did this in homage to Brian Jones for the recording trip he made to Jajouka in 1967.

The main courtyard where we'll record has beautiful ceramic tiling on the floor and small ceramic wall panels that look like a series of blue, black, and dark yellow diamonds connected by white borders.  The paint is fading on many of the floor tiles giving a rust red hue.  This square courtyard, approximately 30 feet per side, has a raised stone platform in a room off of one end that appears the place where the Pasha had his throne.  It is in this room where the owner tells his story and I write these notes.  In front of this platform I see a design of a series of concentric circles inside a square with what looks like a blossoming flower with petals in the center.  Needless to say, it looks quite like a mandala.  The owner explained that all this gorgeous tiling had been covered with a layer of checkerboard black and white tiles.  The original designs were discovered accidentally when a worker on a ladder dropped a hammer and one of the black and white tiles shattered revealing the aesthetic underneath.  Once discovered, they stripped the entire Palais of this modern facade.

In the center of the courtyard in front of the staging area where the musicians would play was a small fountain base filled with water sprinkled with stemless red and white roses.  Four transparent glass lamps lit by candles were placed at the cardinal points around the fountain.  It reminded me of a passage from the Song of Solomon 4:15: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon..., which the Grateful Dead also reference in their song Ripple from the American Beauty album.

Setting mics to be invisible in the frame was the next challenge.  I had liked the way the C24 stereo tube mic had been flown overhead by the grip department in Essaouira.  So, just to see if it was possible, I pointed to a spot in mid-air above the stage and told Thomas, who was already there running electric, that I wanted to put a mic there.  He immediately came up with a plan to rig it there, but then later it turned out that it would still be in the frame.

This miraculous ability to set up a mic anywhere imaginable set me thinking about a project I've always wanted to do which is to rig powerful shotgun mics on tall buildings and high points to record the collective ambience of cities.  For instance, I would put four, one for each direction, on the Chrysler Building to record Midtown Manhattan, a set of mics on the Woolworth Building or the new World Trade Center for Wall Street and downtown New York, the Basilica in Paris to capture the Montmartre area and North Paris, the Eiffel Tower for the other side, atop Big Ben in London, on the famous statue of Jesus in Rio de Janeiro, the International Commerce Center in Hong Kong, the Sydney Opera House, the Burj Khalif in Dubai to get some Middle East representation, etc.  When I collected all of these recordings I would then process and splice them in and out of each other a la William Burroughs while also making them sound as musical as possible, maybe overdubbing other musical elements  ... and see what happens.

Back on Earth in Morocco, new drama was about to unfold with the Pro Tools laptop computer saga.  Although we had found a solution using a different computer, Production wanted to fix the computer that had been brought down by pirate software.  I would have preferred to fix it by tossing it into the ocean.  To that end, they brought in a crack team of young computer experts dressed in white lab coats who completely reformatted the internal hard drive and then reinstalled the Operating System.  The Pro Tools X demo software was installed and the necessary drivers to interface with the O3 mic pres.  Pro Tools booted up, it looked like it would work.  Previously, the program wouldn't even open.  The computer team left me to connect the mics believing everything was in order, and took the good laptop, the one that we knew worked, with them.  They told me we had an hour to go until filming.  I got moving.  Quickly connected the mics, went to check them and... nothing.  No input at all.  Resisting the urge to panic after trying everything I could think to do to get them working, I phoned and insisted they bring the other laptop back.  They brought it right away, and everything worked, but I was getting weary of these last minute scares.

During a lunch break I had a warm reunion with Bachir Attar and Cherie Nutting whom I hadn't seen since 1991 when we recorded Bachir's group, the Master Musicians of Jajouka.  for the Axiom album Apocalypse Across the Sky.  They both looked great, high energy and good spirits, it felt great to catch-up.  Bachir would become a principal character in the film a few days later.  Today they were here to meet Bill and to see the Jilala lila in the evening.  Later, as the Jilala group were about to begin their opening procession into the Palais Ben Abbou, Bachir asked what I'd been doing these past 23 years, and wondered if I just worked with Bill?  I asked him if he had heard of Tom Waits.  He thought for a moment, then the dawn of recognition spread over his face and he said, very excitedly in his distinctive North African accent, "Tom Waits was Paul Bowles very, very, favorite rock musician!!!"  I thought that was pretty cool, another Bowles connection revealed!

A little earlier, while waiting inside the Palais, I asked Bachir to show me where he and the band set up when they recorded with the Rolling Stones in this room.  He said the Stones were on one side of the room facing the Jajoukans set up on the other side.  They played and recorded together live.

Mick Jagger and the Master Musicians of Jajouka recording at Palais Ben Abbou.

Prior to the music, this  location, now looking like an ancient royal chamber of some kind - the lack of daylight pouring in from the open roof made the interior feel more solemn and invocational even though the movie lights kept the set brightly lit - saw a lot of activity,  photos, interviews etc regarding the family reunion aspect of the evening.  Jay was in fine form, running the filming operation like a captain gently guiding a ship threw narrow straits.  High energy, but low key, relaxed and focused.  I commented to Bill that he certainly had the wardrobe of  a young, cutting-edge director sussed out looking exactly how I would think one should.  Jay's last gig was with Martin Scorcese  so I imagine some kind of subconscious osmosis going on, a subtle passing of the Director's dna baraka torch even as far along as appropriate attire.   A couple other members of Production dressed in  elegant native costume as they might potentially end up in audience shots.    Andy Karsch, with his white turban and flowing robe suddenly bore an uncanny resemblance with Aleister Crowley in the photo that appears on the cover of The Heart of the Master.  Same facial type and complexion, and same age.  Adam Haggiag also donned Arabic garb and suddenly took on a royal bearing reminding me a bit of Peter O'Toole in Lawrence of Arabia.  The royal aura probably attests to his lineage.  His family once owned a string of oases stretching from Tripoli to Timbuktu, and his Grandfather was a respected movie mogul in Hollywood and Italy.

The difficulty recording the Jilala music would be to get a loud enough recording of the flutes and vocals without too much bleed from the drums and percussion.  The balance picked up by the ambient mics would sound overwhelmed with the loud booming frame drum and the piercing metal castanets.  I put two of the dpa lavaliers underneath the robes of the flautists to get some kind of  invisible close mic pick-up, and two for the singers.  This would have worked, and it did sound good when the mics were in place, but unfortunately the musicians played very vigorously and the mics on the flutes got knocked out of position.  During a short break between songs I asked an A.D. if I could go reposition the mics.  I got a nod in the affirmative and went out to the stage.  First it meant finding the tiny clip-on mic and affixing it back into place.  About a minute away from getting the mic back on the first flautist I suddenly heard my named being screamed to get off the stage.  I ignored them as the screams at me got louder and more passionate resounding through the room like a giant cane trying to pull me offstage.  I knew that if I didn't get at least one close mic up on the flute it would be impossible to hear the flute clearly when they went to mix.  I did get the mic in place on the first flute and knew there was no hope of time for the second one so quickly exited stage left.  The musicians seemed pretty relaxed, they weren't the ones in a hurry.  It seems some of the people going into trance got concerned that the long pause would break the spell.  Apparently, if the trance gets broken too abruptly it can lead to death ... not just a ruined high.  I had no idea of potentially endangering someone's life by positioning a mic.  No deaths were reported to my knowledge so I assumed everything ended up ok, and the flute did get recorded.

Though some found it repetitive, I found the Jilala music interesting and subtly hypnotic.  Boom boom repetitive frame drum low booming sets the course for dark directions unknown powered by loud clanging metal percussion shaking the dust off the ages, driving out the demons, providing motive force, becoming wings for this unified sonic vessel,this non-organic voyaging machine.   Underneath the kinetic rhythm drone the liquidy, fluidic flutes recalled every river you've ever known both real and surreal from the mighty Mississippi to the fertile Nile, the five rivers of Hell: Styx - the river of hatred, the Acheron - the river of pain, Lethe - the river of oblivion, Phlegthon - the river of fire, and Cocytus the river of wailing.  They mostly reminded me of the million-miled river of reincarnation, the geographic centerpiece in Philip Jose Farmer's Riverworld series.  After all, tonight's drama concerned the return of the prodigal son ready to take on a new incarnation in his family life.

Aleister Crowley's Sex Magick

 It's all right now, 

in fact it's a gas,

It's all right, 

Jumping Jack Flash is a gas gas gas

- Keith Richards favorite Stones song

Last summer a series of posts launched attempting to present what I know of Aleister Crowley's School in a down to earth fashion.  Now we'll look at sex magick, a subject Crowley considered of paramount importance, one found in  many of his writings.   It seems most of his rituals from about 1910  on had a sex magick component to them.  He considered it the most powerful method for practicing magick.

The story goes that Crowley became enlightened to the efficacy of sex magick when Theodore Reuss, head of the O.T.O. at the time visited Crowley around 1912 or 13 and told him that he'd exposed the Supreme Secret of the O.T.O. in the recently published Book of Lies.  Crowley supposedly said that this wasn't possible, he didn't know this Supreme Secret whereupon Reuss showed him the chapter that  revealed it.  Crowley then writes in his autohagiography, "The entire symbolism, not only of freemasonry but of many other traditions, blazed upon my spiritual vision.  I understood that I held in my hands the key to the future progress of humanity."  He doesn't say which chapter Reuss showed him.

In Cosmic Trigger, Robert Anton Wilson states that Book of Lies chapter 69, The Way to Succeed and the Way to Suck Eggs! contains the O.T.O. Supreme Secret because it suggests mutual oral sex as a form of meditation.  Lon Milo Duquette nominated chapter 36 The Star Sapphire as the one with the Supreme Secret in The Magick of Aleister Crowley.  He writes, "The Star Sapphire is written as if it could be a complex act of ceremonial lovemaking."  Both chapters appear closely related.  The commentary for ch.36 says: "This chapter gives the real and perfect Ritual of the Hexagram."  Ch. 69 starts: "This is the Holy Hexagram."  Both chapter numbers have a strong relation with the number 6 which figures as they both describe the Hexagram.  36 = 6 x 6 while 69 comprises a 6 and an inverted 6.  6 indicates a solar number and also the key number for Tiphareth, the central Sephiroth on the Tree of Life.

One can infer that the OTO's Supreme Secret has something to do with sex.  I'll hazard a guess at this secret despite never having joined the OTO.  It has to do with focusing the energies raised during lovemaking and directing them, through imagination and visualization, to a specific intention particularly at the moment of release and right after.  However, this seems one of those "secrets" that can be communicated in a few minutes but take a lifetime to master.  Crowley writes in The Confessions:

" I personally believe that if this secret, which is a scientific secret, were perfectly understood, as it is not even by me after more than twelve years' constant study and experiment, there would be nothing which the human imagination can conceive that could not be realized in practice.
 ... for at present, we are compelled to admit that the superstitious reverence which has encompassed it in past ages, and the complexity of conditions which modify its use, place us in much the same position as the electricians of a generation ago in respect of their science.  We are assured of the immensity of the force at our disposal; we perceive the extent of the empire it offers us, but we do not thoroughly understand even our successes and are uncertain how to proceed in order to generate the energy most efficiently or to apply it most accurately to out purposes."

In actual fact the Book of Lies has a great deal of information on sex magick also known as sexual alchemy. Much of it appears veiled in qabala, symbolism and metaphor though it begins to get more obvious when knowing in what direction to look.  Chapter 35, Venus of Milo starts a cycle of chapters related to working with sex magick, the other chapters of the cycle are given in the commentary.

Crowley calls this a scientific secret.  That may seem an extravagant claim until we remember that one scientist, Wilhelm Reich, spent a great deal of time and experimentation investigating the uses of sexual energy which he called orgone, and which he considered a universal life force.  His beliefs about the changes orgone energy could bring about seem as expansive as Crowley's beliefs regarding the power of sex magick.  Former Crowley secretary and student Israel Regardie eventually became a Reichian therapist.  He connects Reich's ideas about orgone with Crowley's sex magick researches in The Eye in the Triangle.

Reich designed a special box to concentrate and collect this force calling it an orgone accumulator, basically a faraday cage big enough to sit in.  Faraday cages are enclosures designed to block external electromagnetic radiation.  William Burroughs consistently used and advocated orgone accumulators managing to get one built for himself nearly every time he moved.  A friend of mine told me he regularly used one but stopped.  At the time my friend was a cigarette smoker, but whenever he came out of a session in the accumulator it felt like he had never smoked before.  He enjoyed smoking, but accumulating orgone took that pleasure away.  I have not as yet had the opportunity to try one.  I have wondered what it would be like to build one around a floatation tank?

Crowley claims, a little theatrically in my opinion, to being unaware of the sexual mysticism in The Book of Lies and the importance of sexual energies in magick until Reuss pointed it out to him.  He probably didn't know what Reuss meant by the Supreme Secret of the OTO, and maybe he did have a further realization at that moment, but significant instruction on sex magick can also be found in The Book of the Law which he received in 1904.

The Book of Wisdom or Folly, Crowley's epistle to his magickal son contains much further instruction and elaborations in these matters.  A technique for focusing the energies on the intent of the operation by creating what he calls a 'Bud-Will' lives in the chapter On the Complete Formula.  He ends this short sexual ritual/meditation saying: Now then do this continuously, for by Repetition cometh forth both Strength and Skill, and the Effect is cumulative, if thou allows no Time for it to dissipate itself.  Crowley really likes using capital letters in this book!

Austin Osman Spare offers a similar, but different approach with his sigil magick and Alphabet of Desire.  Very simply, you write a sentence or phrase describing your desire.  Then take the first letter of each word and construct a sigil, an artistic collage/coherence of the letters any which way you want to put them, without repeating any letters.  You can rotate it to see in what direction looks the best, looks the most alive.  You are supposed to forget the original sentence, consciously forget the desire, and let it sink into the subconscious mind.  You then want to charge the sigil by whatever arts and skills you possess. Many people use sex magick for this purpose. The sigil creates a material focal point.

Four sex magick rituals appeared in various issues of Crowley's Equinox Volume I which Regardie collected into section V of the compendium Gems from the Equinox.  Nowhere in any of his writings is Crowley straight forward and direct with sex magick instruction.  It's all versed in complex, sometimes obscure symbolism and what one could call code.  Why, one might ask?  Medieval and renaissance alchemists had good reason to code their sex magick workings -  to avoid persecution and death from The Church.  Early Roman Catholic image makers of some ilk created a fictional boogeyman they called the Devil which appeared to personify and externalize their fear of sexuality.

Crowley may have covered his tracks because the subject and practice can get very dangerous, fraught with possible peril and pitfall, walking a razor's edge of sensitivity and balance.  In one tradition it goes by "tickling the dragon's tail."  If you tickle the dragon too much and wake him up too fast it can feel extremely uncomfortable and overwhelming.  It's also known as the awakening and rising of the kundalini.  The unpleasant  side effects of forced accelerated kundalini get recounted by Gopi Krishna in his book Kundalini, - sensations of fire, unbearable heat, bleak depression, extreme sensitivity to everything.

 Crowley apparently had direct experience with followers misunderstanding his tantric teachings particularly in reference to the Agape Lodge that operated in Los Angeles around the end of his life. As recounted in The Unknown God by Martin Starr, Crowley basically fired the head of the Lodge, Wilfred Smith.  Though I don't recall the specific reason he gave, he must have obviously thought that Smith wasn't doing a good job.  It seems the Lodge may have turned into a bit of a love cult with Smith placing emphasis more on sexual conquest and endurance than on the postbiological activities, voyages, or magick it's meant to fuel.

Further evidence for this supposition might be found in the science fiction classic, Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein.  Heinlein had visited the Lodge, attending at least one party there, and was friends with Jack Parsons who took over the leadership of the Agape Lodge when Smith departed.  Plausible rumor has it that Heinlein got the assignment to write a popular account of Crowley's teachings.  I call it plausible because Stranger does read as an excellent presentation of Crowley's basic gist with the added benefit of only indirectly referring to him once with the mention of The Book of the Law thus avoiding the association of these liberating ideas with his sinister reputation.  In Stranger, Heinlein seems to satirize, ridicule and skewer the whole love cult aspect of the new religion presented by the central protagonist  Valentine Michael Smith.  I suggest that this may have been a commentary on the Agape Lodge. 

Robert Anton Wilson, Crowley interpreter extraordinaire, puts a significant amount of sex magick instruction (and Crowley) in his fiction.  He appears to have given away one of the basic secrets for getting off the ground when he quotes Jesus from the gonstic Gospel of St. Thomas at the beginning of the 1988 edition of The Universe Next Door

 Not until the male become female and the female becomes male shall ye enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

This seems an allegorical not literal instruction. Contemporary psychologists tell us that every male has a feminine side and vice versa so it may be a matter of changing the balance.

 E.J. Gold shares a similar view in his book Alchemical Sex (p.35-36):

 Most human beings in the sense of those falling under the category of organic male gender together with the corresponding automatic gender identification and vanities necessary for the maintenance of their gender identification, are notably lacking a sufficient poetic sense of wonder. 

Their tribal preoccupations are primarily with hunting and killing - if not with a spear or bow and arrow or a chipped-flint knife - with a briefcase, pick and shovel, typewriter, or blunt instrument

.Only a very small, utterly unmeasurable in the statistical sense, percentage of men stay behind with the women to become a shaman, while the other men go off joyfully to pursue the hunt, or to raid a nearby village. 

To become a real shaman one must strive to understand, and even to sense, from the women's view, the process of inner evocation. 

The instruction of changing or relinquishing, even temporarily, gender identification seems symbolically all over The Book of Lies appearing immediately in chapter 1 with the formula of N.O.X. 

Very simply, these letters can mean:
N = nun = Death (tarot)
O = ayin = Devil (tarot) = male sexual energy
X = the Cross which Crowley equates with the phallus in this chapter, but it can also mean The Star.
Of course the formula always goes death/rebirth, also mentioned in this chapter.  Therein lies the magick.  Not mentioned in this chapter - the space in between death and rebirth where the actual reprogramming or magick occurs which Tibetan Buddhists call the Bardo.

I found a different formulation of the same quote from the Gospel of St. Thomas that may prove helpful:

Jesus said to them, "When you make the two into one, and when you make the inner like the outer and the outer like the inner, and the upper like the lower, and when you make male and female into a single one, so that the male will not be male nor the female be female, then you will enter [the kingdom]

The Book of the Law has excellent general guidlines for sex magick. Among my favorites:

 II:70:   There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!

Aleister Crowley's Thoth tarot deck contains quite a bit of sexual alchemical imagery. See Lon Milo Duquette's excellent Understanding Aleister Crowley's Thoth Tarot for insight along those lines along with Crowley's own explanation of the tarot in his Book of Thoth. Reading those two books back to back sheds much light on the alchemical, astrological and the rest of the symbolism in the cards.

Many of the trump cards seem to describe processes as well as techniques. One card in particular, The Sun, seems almost a photographic snapshot of an energetic process. The two genderless cherubs joined as one in joyous dance and posture could easily represent what John Lilly calls the Dyadic Cyclone - a working couple in motion - in full bloom, with the rays of the sun symbolizing the energy they release. This energy appears palpable and sensible to the participants. A visual display of the line:  Every man and every woman is a star.

 An audio equivalent of this picture can be found in the album Day of Radiance produced by Brian Eno featuring Laraaji on a heavily treated and multiply overlaid hammer dulcimer. An experiment I tried in the early 80's when Walkmans first came on the scene was to walk around my hometown, Calgary, Alberta, playing Day of Radiance while sensing/feeling/visualizing this card and seeing what effect, if any, it had on other people.  It sure made me feel high.

The name Leopold Bloom, the protagonist of qabalist James Joyce's Ulysses, could indicate a literary allusion to this card, Leo being the lion and all.

Christopher Hyatt (his magickal name), another progeny of Crowley's, wrote an excellently practical, straight-forward, easy to understand introduction to sex magick called Secrets of Western Tantra that seems a safe and gentle approach to a practice that will eventually blow your mind.  Hyatt combines very simple breathing techniques with Reichian muscular relaxation techniques to prepare the bodies for the stronger and more intense energies they will experience later on.  This can be a good place to start.  Strengthening attention also seems a requirement.  The space changes will speed up as the body gets left behind requiring a greater than normal level of attention to maintain focus.

It should be said that the spiritual energy we talk about raising - the orgone, baraka, shakti, the force etc. whatever you wish to call it can get raised through many other, non-sexual methods.  Reich made a lot of experiments using orgone without sex including affecting weather patterns.  We all know that reading a good poem or listening to a special piece of music can suddenly open tracks into an expansive mood or set the soul on fire.

A Little Love and More New Releases

A Little Love, the soulful new release from Erin and the Project has hit the airwaves for anyone to tune in and listen.  Jazz inflected, funky expressions from the diary of life, lived and loved, the pain and the joy made known by passionately sung poetry in motion and upheaval. Blues and rhythms containing crucial statements about the depth of human experience in different situations.

Seems obvious from their album cover that Erin & The Project are here to go.

This time core Project members Erin and Paul Ezekiel are joined by guitarists Eric McFadden and Matt Heulitt, Jason Langly on bass, Phil Bennett on organ, and Ram Kaundinya playing tablas.

This group has some serious funk credentials.  Matt Heulitt is currently a member of Zigaboo Modaliste's band and has played with Taj Mahal, Sting, Santana, and Mickey Hart among others.  McFadden recently toured with Eric Burdon and the Animals.  He was in George Clinton's Parliament/Funkadelic for 3 years and has also recorded with Fishbone, Reverend Horton Heat, and Joe Strummer to list just a few.  Jason Langley has toured with Elvin Bishop, Shemekia Copeland and played with B.B. King and Coco Montoya.  He also toured with the Broadway National Tour of the musical DREAMGIRLS.

The first single, Promises, was mixed by Tchad Blake who not so long ago won an engineering Grammy for his work with the Black Keys.  A Little Love was recorded at Prairie Sun, Cotati, CA by yours truly.  I mixed the other songs and mastered it at Ancient Wave in Nevada City, CA.

You can download or preview (prehear?) the songs HERE

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 The latest release from KSK features amazing guitar playing by Malian artist Tiécoro Sissoko.          Here's the press release:

Our latest album, Keme Borama is now available for purchase online. Buy it digitally at Itunes or the physical copy here.

The album highlights one of the golden voices of Griot singing from Mali - Tiécoro Sissoko.  Tiécoro is an exceptional solo artist and an intricate guitar player with a true Djeli soulful voice. He performed every week with the multi GRAMMY award winning kora player Toumani Diabaté at the famous Bamako club ‘The Diplomat’. Throughout his career, Tiécoro toured West Africa and France and played weddings, ceremonies and concerts in Bamako up until the last days of his life. 

This album is Tiécoro’s only recording to be published and it’s a testament of his role as a Griot and a protector of his lineage. Despite the attempt to ban music, Griots and other Malian musicians continue to produce some of the world’s greatest music and Tiécoro’s final recording is a shinning example of storytelling through music. 

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  Mohawk by John Sinclair

"to take the hair off

the sides of the head

&leave just a strip

along the top,

scalping pretense

for the baldness of statement

building a new music

on the bones of the old" 

- from the title track Mohawk 

This is jazz poetry, poetry about jazz as jazz returning to the be-bop beauty of the beats; the lifestyle,the transcendence delivered with swing jazz syncopated rhythms in the flavor of "Bird and Monk and Dizzy" who appear the guardian spirits  of this document.  Words and vocals by John Sinclair, ex-manager of the MC5, famous '60's political prisoner, and leader of the White Panthers.  Music by Steve Fly, dj, musician, literary collage artist, futurist philosopher, etc.
You can listen to Mohawk here.

Make sure to listen to the hidden track at the end of California Moon to hear a classic historical recording.

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 Dreams Get You Nowhere or Dreams Get You No Where, either or both, is the new release by Jack and the Bear the recording of which I wrote about here.  I'm very happy with the way this one turned out, with the way it sounds.  The music and songs hold up as classic American roots based compositions, passionately sung and performed; food for thought and for unthought; rousing melodies, anthemic at times, sparking some kind of revolution, what can I say ... listen to it here.  There's a good, more articulate review here  Discordians may wish to take note that the 3rd song is called and sings about Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord.

Jack and the Bear

Quick, Efficient & Deadly is a new 6 song EP from The DeCamp Sisters produced by Adam Schreiber of Jack and the Bear.  The music sounds folky, rootsy, a little jazz swing lope in one, a sailor's sea chanty in another, timeless like it was written 100 years ago.  Some of it reminds me of old Carter Family recordings.  Atmospheric with rich poetic imagery that dips deep into the collective memory.  Makes me remember vague hints and traces of moods and moments from long ago - the presence of the past - useful from a bardo training perspective this music being truly quick, efficient and deadly.

The Decamp Sisters are Libby and Riley.  You can get a physical copy of the EP  here.  Or a metaphysical download here.

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Some other new releases I highly recommend: 

 Muscle Shoals - an excellent documentary about the Muscle Shoals sound - the recording studios and musicians and all the hit records recorded there.  Great interviews with Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, Jimmy Cliff, Aretha Franklin and others about recording there.  They suggest that the birth of Southern Rock happened at Muscle Shoals when Duane Allman suggested to Wilson Pickett and producer Rick Hall that they do a cover of Hey Jude.  At first they thought he was crazy but it turned into a rocking southern soul standard with the combination of Allman and Pickett doing their respective things backed up by the Swampers - the original Muscle Shoals band.  All the non-music segments look high aesthetic, artistic, sometimes psychedelic feeling visually capturing the musical spirit found in nature.  The documentary ends with a reunion of the remaining Swampers and Rick Hall who had split up years ago.  Hall produces and the Swampers play behind Alicia Keys singing Bob Dylan's song Pressing On.  Dylan had cut the original version at Muscle Shoals, and the Director had a strong experience listening to it in a plane so he chose to close the documentary with it. 

"Call Me Burroughs," Barry Miles' warts and then some biography of probably the most influential writer and literary theorist of the late 20th/early 21st Centuries, William S. Burroughs.  A study of a genius, in my opinion, a complicated, sometimes tormented genius.  We get in this book a transparent look at how he lived, worked, played and experimented.  Thoughts, opinions, philosophies.  His extensive experimentation with sound recording, audio cut ups and collages and any intended effects on the environment they might produce gets a good examination.  Lots of great material. 

Reading how Burroughs interviewed Jimmy Page for Crawdaddy Magazine got me to find it online.  Some of the most articulate writing on magick and music your correspondent has seen.  For example:

“The Led Zeppelin show depends heavily on volume, repetition and drums. It bears some resemblance to the trance music found in Morocco, which is magical in origin and purpose–that is, concerned with the evocation and control of spiritual forces. In Morocco, musicians are also magicians. Gnaoua music is used to drive out evil spirits. The music of Joujouka evokes the God Pan, Pan God of Panic, representing the real magical forces that sweep away the spurious. It is to be remembered that the origin of all the arts–music, painting and writing–is magical and evocative; and that magic is always used to obtain some definite result. In the Led Zeppelin concert, the result aimed at would seem to be the creation of energy in the performers and in the audience. For such magic to succeed, it must tap the sources of magical energy, and this can be dangerous.”

 You can consider the entire interview required reading - when time permits - for anyone who claims to be a sound engineering student of mine.

Jimmy Page & William Burroughs 1975

Music in Mali: Life is Hard, Music is Good

Do a google search for music + healing and you'll get "about 174 million results in .27 seconds", or at least that's what I got just now.  Maybe  it will show a different number for another search.  Much information could be gained on the subject by going through those results though it might take awhile to get through all 174 million, ... or one could go to the country of Mali, located in Sub-Saharan West Africa, and get the experience of music and healing in daily practice.  Except that going to Mali appears no picnic these days, especially with the rebels in the north getting rowdy and destructive from time to time - boys will be boys, you know.   But soon you won't have to go there to see how music works in Mali to facilitate well-being, social harmony, and spiritual nourishment.  Soon the film Music in Mali: Life is Hard, Music is Good will be out to show the world the strength and power of their music to effect positive change.

Mali makes an ideal environment and testing ground for music because of the harsh conditions there.  Most people in Mali live in poverty.  It often ranks as one of the 3 - 5 poorest countries in the world.  Of course, I speak of poverty in the common Western way as lack of material goods.  In that way, Mali is poor.  Not a malnutrition or starvation kind of poverty, just not a lot of basic material goods we take for granted, like stoves or air conditioning.  However, the people of Mali appear quite rich in two things - spirit and music.  It seems a connection exists between the two.

An example of their rich spirit might be that the majority of Malians I met could see energetically, see people's auras, or their moods.  A very talented kora player I know, Adama Couloubally, used to play these incredible riffs on the kora and watch with delight the effect it had as I used his music as a sort of Jacob's Ladder to get high and expand the vision.  He kept trying to outdo himself and take me higher, and it usually worked.  He played and I played.

Life is hard in Mali. Many of our musician friends died prematurely, in their late 40's, due to toxic environmental conditions.  The pollution in Bamako, Mali's capital and only major city, seems completely out of control.  No infrastructure exists for handling garbage collection and disposal much less recycling.  All the trash, including tons of plastic, gets taken to local dump sites, right next to where people live, and burned.  Burning plastic fumes  combined with the vehicular air pollution makes a toxic cocktail.  Driving through downtown Bamako in the evening rush hour after my first recording session there I started hallucinating visions out of Dante's Inferno, it was so bad.  I didn't know to wear some cloth over my face to filter the fumes, but learned pretty quick. I immediately passed out back in my room.

Music in Mali: Life is Hard, Music is Good.shows how music functions there to assuage, alleviate, and transcend daily hardships.  The music goes way beyond the struggle and pain of the human condition subsisting with limited resources.  The musicians tell the stories in their own words and their own language.  They talk about life and music in Mali yet the message they give from their experience is universal.  They speak the language of music which transcends social and cultural boundaries.  By watching this film anyone can learn much about the essential qualities of music and how it dynamically works to effect changes in the world.  As one musician succinctly sums it up:

The people don't have gold and diamonds, but the music can transform us into anything.

You'll have to see the film to witness the sincerity of his delivery.

Valuable history permeates this document especially related to the roots of Jazz and Blues.  The West Africans brought their music to America when they were exported as slaves in the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.  You will hear he story about the evolution of the banjo from the n'goni - the stringed instrument griots play. The origin of the djembe, their primary hand drum, gets told.  You'll see instrument makers hand crafting their products while discussing what goes into each one and how they get the best sound. 

As far as the roots of blues, before ever hearing this notion, I recorded Lobi Traore's acoustic album at Abdoul Doumbia's house in Bamako and as he was playing, I really got the feeling of being at the African version of the Mississippi Delta; country blues from the source a la Son House, Charley Patton, Robert Johnson or early Muddy Waters.  Lobi played with the same gut-wrenching intensity, but in his own, more African, style.

We cleared out the front room of Abdoul's house to make enough space for Lobi and another acoustic guitar accompanist.  It was just the two of them.  The sparsely decorated stone walls made the acoustics bright and lively which worked well for this instrumentation.  I used both close mics and room mics, and recorded both guitars in stereo.  My control area was set up just outside the door on the front porch.  We started recording around 1pm.  Even in the shade the heat was pretty intense, you could physically feel it beating upon your body.  Not long after Lobi started playing, while the recording went down, I flashed on the similarity in mood with Delta Blues.  It seemed the roots of the blues could really have come from here, but I also sensed his playing showed the influence of American Blues.  Musically regenerative feedback loops across time and space.

Baking in the Sub-Saharan heat, breathing in the dust, listening to an African version of Robert Johnson playing live in the next room while in full alertness recording mode, it seemed that this might be similar in flavor or mood to what John and Alan Lomax experienced on their recording expeditions into the Deep South.of the United States.

There is a short clip of Lobi playing in that style in the film.  You can hear samples from the album or buy the album here.  It's called Lobi Traore Barra Coura.

Music in Mali gives a historical overview of Mandig culture and the Mali Empire that flourished in West Africa from the time of the 13th century.  It starts in that era and proceeds all the way up to the political upheavals of the last few years, the coup d'etat and hostile takeover in the north. 

The range of music appears equally as broad.  From traditional tribal drumming and dancing- "the language of dance, the language of movement" - to a look at what might be a dj hip hop show or a rave, their version of the Electronic Dance Music scene.  Popular Malian musicians are well represented, Ali Farka Touré, Salif Keita, etc. We sit in on a master kora class given by Toumani Diabate who won a Grammy in 2006 for Best Traditional World Music Album.

One of my favorite sections uses a song by Nabintou Diakate, a very popular singer there, to cut in and out of narration discussing the role and difficulties of being a woman in Mali.  It's a beautiful song to the Mother of Creation with the chorus plaintively expressing, "My mother, the bird is crying."  We recorded her singing it beside a small waterfall on the grounds of what had once been the President's residence.  More on that recording here.

Not long after that comes the section on war.  The war that just happened in Mali last year.  After an apparently nonchalant, nonviolent, bloodless coup d'etat in Bamako, the rebels in the North took advantage of the disorganization to sieze control up there.  For some ungodly reason they decided to join forces with Islamic Fundamentalists who set about doing what they do, imposing strict sharia law and being very unpleasant to anyone who disagreed with them.  One musician interviewed in the film said she "left after the extremists threatened to cut out her tongue if she sang again."  Later, she says that : "music will be the reconciliation of Mali."  She may be right.  I believe the situation has stabilized considerably since spoke.

This trailer says it all:

The mastermind and motivator behind Music in Mali is its director Aja Salvatore.  He first began going to Mali to study its music sometime around the mid 2000s and quickly hooked up with a number of top musicians.  It soon became obvious to him that they could use some help and support to get their music out there.  So he formed KSK Records and learned how to record and promote them.  They adopted Fela Kuti's statement, "MUSIC IS THE WEAPON OF THE FUTURE" for a motto.  KSK (Kanega System Krush) describes itself as:  "an independent record label, operating on a fair-trade principle, focused on the preservation and promotion of traditional music from West Africa. By bringing this music to the world market, KSK is opening new channels to an old tradition, as well as providing direct support to the carriers of this ancient knowledge."

I met Aja when I recorded a jazz band he played guitar with called LSJ, their last names being Lois, Salvatore, and James.  He mentioned that he liked Jali Kunda, Griots of West Africa and Beyond, a griot music travelogue that I had recorded with Bill Laswell and Foday Musa Suso.  Not long after, Aja asked me to show him and his brother Eo how to operate Pro Tools along with some basic micing techniques in preparation for their first recording expedition to Mali.  We mixed those recordings at Prairie Sun and they became the first KSK releases.  The following year Aja expanded his recording set up and brought me to Mali to engineer.  The music recording naturally evolved into a film project. Industry professionals were brought on board such as Producer/Director of Photography/Editor David Nicholson.

Like a good anthropologist, Aja completely immersed himself in West African culture becoming fluent in Bamana, the local language while also learning and participating in many of the local traditions.  He tells their story from the inside, not as a musical tourist.  Actually, most of the time he encourages the musicians and locals to tell their own stories in their own words.  Salvatore's success gets measured not only by the worldwide attention he's brought to his artists, but also by the great respect those same artists hold for him.

Aja Salvatore and drummer

 The music industry is taking notice as this journalist points out:

Kanega System Krush is doing African music right!  For 8 years they've been visiting Mali - one of the richest musical nations in the world - and not just meeting the known stars, but really listening and exploring.  The artists KSK has recorded and filmed are exceptional sincere, authentic, and absolutely worthy of global attention.  Some are known to an extent, others not at all, but this is not about celebrity.  It's about the quality, power and emotional impact of the music.  I am a fan of the releases and supporter of the spirit in which they have been made.
  - Banning Eyre, host of Afropop, music journalist, author, NPR contributer, guitarist

Some more images and quotes from Music in Mali:

Opening scene: night in Bamako, close-up of a woman with a child on her back wrapped in a blanket cuts to a high energy concert shot, Samba Diallo and band, still night time, outdoors in Bamako, concrete ampitheater, flags and emblems signifying cooperation painted on the back wall alongside Keith Haring-like characters.
"Drum and dance are like history books " Village life ... fishing the river with long low dugout boats.
"Humanity is a lot of days
Humanity is a lot of episodes
Once it's been heard, it's for the whole world"
Beautiful black eyes. 1/3rd of it's population sold into slavery.  Secret of weaving.
Hunting reenactments, buffalo evoked with masks and costume in dance and drumming.
Blacksmiths made the first djembe inspired by the rhythm of pounding millet .
The spirit music of Timbuktu.
Fires burning in the bush by the side of the road.
"There are forces that make things happen.  We are here to save the past.  I am a Griot."
Village music, one string violin riffs and melodies by the river in 110 degree heat.
War sucks.

Yemen Blues in Israel

Stardate 2014: Recording good music in the heart of the Middle East with Bill Laswell and James Dellatacoma.  Tel Aviv, Israel.  Everything is going according to plan.  First time for your reporter in the recording studio with Laswell since working with O Rappa in Rio de Janerio circa 1998.  Time to get serious.

The band, Yemen Blues, is really good.  Most of them aren't from Yemen nor do they play the blues, but that's besides the point.  Lead singer/lyricist Ravid Kahalani is a Yemenite whose family transplanted to Israel not long before he was born.    He carries the tradition and culture of his ancestry expressing it in World Music.  He also signifies a Middle Eastern artist culture you don't hear about much in the mainstream media.  People fed up with politics and fighting finding other solutions.  Creative solutions.

Ravid used to work as a gourmet chef.  He takes us out to the 5 star restaurant where he once ran the kitchen to celebrate the successful conclusion of the sessions.  Nearly an entire album recorded in 4 days.  Non-stop work, though if you love what you do, the work turns into play.  You don't work music, you play it.  The restaurant's panoramic view through full length glass windows looks out upon the Mediterranean Sea.  Best food I've had in Israel.  It's there that Bill, upon questioning, reveals an amazing music story, one of the best I've heard because it ended up drastically changing my life, and likely many others as well.  The time he met Brian Eno.  Had to wait 26 years and fly to Israel to find the moment to ask the right question.  We'll get there.

The trip started on a rocky note due to a missed flight connection delaying my arrival by a day.  Stringent questioning by Israeli border guards - entering Israel to record Yemen Blues seemed to raise  alarms - marked another obstacle to cross.  I showed them a sigil to describe my work in Israel recently given to me by Yoko Yamabe, Bill's production assistant, who designed it based on Austin Osman Spare's Language of Desire.  Just in time for this trip.  Despite it, or because of it, not sure which, they let me through.

 It appears incredibly, intuitively accurate.

No one to meet me after customs that I could see.  Walked around, waited for only 10 minutes or so then spied a rotund gent near a distant exit with a sign that had the same name as the one in my passport.  What a coincidence, I thought, have to see what that's all about.  I identified myself then mentioned Yemen Blues.  That did not ring a bell. He showed the sign again which read "Oswald Fritz" and asked if I was sure that was me.  His face did look a little like the hookah smoking caterpillar out of Alice in Wonderland, so I answered that I was pretty sure that's who I was when I woke up this morning but had changed so much since then that I wasn't certain about it now.  After all, I'd been traveling for going on 46 hours by now, and was just going by memory.  I pulled out my passport, the names matched, he made a phone call that registered approval, and we headed out through exit 23 to the car.  As we pulled out, I asked him where he was taking me.  Wasn't sure if we were going to the hotel first or directly to the studio.  The session started at 10 am, the clock read 10:05; I hate being late except for my own funeral.  The driver chuckled and said, "we're going to the hotel, don't worry you're not getting kidnapped."  Terrorism jokes at the airport from someone I've never met before always crack me up.  Welcome to Israel.

Cleaned up quickly at the hotel then called Ravid who who sent the band's Production Manager, Noga Majar, to get me in a cab.  A 15 minute drive brought us to Kicha Studios located in an industrial, funkier part of town.  Later, sharing the Ancient Egyptian's and C.G. Jung's respect for the power of names, I asked how the studio got its name, what did it mean? Studio assistant Daniel Motolola didn't know, he thought it got named after someone's pet dog, and that it meant a prison in Russian.  The austere, greyish-beige walls of the poorly lit stairwell - it was a 3 floor walk up - did suggest the ambience of a prison in its exterior as did the compartmentalized, multiple rooms, multiple doors of the interior.  Every room except the entrance had double doors.  to go from the lounge to the control room required negotiating 6 heavy glass doors, some with handles falling off.  Going through all the doors to the Control Room reminded me of the opening sequence of the old Get Smart TV show.  However, I never experienced a sense of confinement or lack of freedom you would expect in a prison.  The music opened up aesthetic spaces that transcended the institutional-like environment much like the creative arts that can transcend the high-security, contentious environment of Israel and Palestine. 

I arrived around 12:30pm.  Bill and James had scoped out the studio the day before and had come up with a game plan.  All the mics were in place, most of the sound check had been done.  James gave me a tour of the room and microphone set up.  I fully agreed with most of the mics he selected - not surprising as we both had trained under Laswell's long time, rock solid engineer, Bob Musso with additional input from the mad genius of recording, Jason Corsaro.

The moderate size Control Room, a box-like space with acoustic diffusors (parallel surfaces are anathema to a smooth frequency response) resided in one corner of the studio.  The front and right walls had double glass windows running the entire width giving excellent visual contact to the 4 isolated recording areas they looked out upon.  The mixing board, a vintage Harrison desk had a warm, punchy sound.  It fed Pro Tools HD converters using v.8 software in a MacPro  intel tower.  Outboard we used included "Signal" tube mic pres, Tube Tech, Urei LA 3A, 1176, compressors and a couple of esoteric tube limiting amplifiers, all stereo.  I brought a Kosmos subharmonic synthesizer to help with the bass sound.

The Control Room has a small square window that looks out to a view of rows upon rows of corrugated metal roofing.  It reminds me of a ships cabin window.  Outside sounds sometimes filter in - jack hammers, air pressure hoses, drills, sirens, dogs barking, traffic - the ambience of working class Israeli life.

The first two days was dedicated to getting all the rhythm section tracks; the whole band, except the keyboardist, played live for reference tracks and to give cues.  Drumming and percussion, both playing and arranging was handled by a pair of very talented and experienced musicians, Rony Iwryn and Itamar Doari.  These guys are percussion scientists that know how to play.  Grooves locked to the tempo with great syncopated feeling.  They have a World Music percussion synergy comparable in cohesion to the guitar intertwinings of Keith Richards and Ron Wood.  Two voices musically fusing into one dynamic entity.  Ginger Baker and Aiyb Djieng formed a rhythm combo that did this on the Material tour of Japan in 1992.  I remember after the first show they played together in Tokyo backstage they congratulated and praised each other like long lost brothers.  Itamar and Rony reminded me of that ... the brotherhood of percussion.

Their percussion instruments included: a surdo - a big bass drum played with a mallet, the national instrument of Yemen, doholla - a special type of dumbek, kalabash - a hollowed out gourd that produces a bass drum sound, LP congas, sogo - an African conga, tan tan - like a high pitched conga, bombo leguero - a drum in the lower tom range lined with sheepskin and played with a mallet, cashishi - a shaker, shereke - another African shaker made from a dried gourd with beads affixed to it.  There were various cymbals and bells.  One of the metal sounds they played is called a torpedo,  Another is just known as "tin" - basically an L-shaped large tin can with a low frequency resonator chamber on the bottom end; it gave both the percussive metal clang and a much lower harmonic. There was no trap set.

The drummers set up side by side in the room with the liveliest acoustics located to the far right of the control room.  Three of the walls is this smallish box room were brick, the fourth was glass doors and windows.  The floor was wood, don't know what kind, pine or cedar, with throw rugs on it,  The room had a nice, clear sound.  It could have been a little more lively sounding for my taste.  I used an old trick of putting room mics high up in the corners focusing away from the instruments toward the walls to capture maximum reflections.

Bassist Shanir Ezra Blumenkranz was positioned in front of the drum room, his bass amp just outside in the hallway for isolation.  James set up direct lines both pre and post his bass pedal effects to allow balancing options later.  The pre effects DI ( direct injection) channel had an auxiliary send feeding the Kosmos.  The bass cabinet, miced with a Beyer ribbon mic gave us 4 bass tracks all together.  Shanir didn't have his regular Fender bass due to touring restrictions, but brought a Dan Electro which we were able to get an amazingly deep sound out of with help from the Kosmos.

Shanir alternated the bass with an electric oud recorded with the same 4 lines.  He also played a gimbri, the Gnawa bass, on one song.  Incidentally, he has a great new album out with another project, Abraxas on John Zorn's Tzadik label.  They cover Zorn's Masada Book Two.  Recorded and mixed by James, it's clear, punchy, articulate, well played prog rock.

Ravid sang and played gimbri in an isolated room to the left of the bass area. The gimbri was miced with a U67 and run direct.  Horn arranger Itamar Borochov played reference horn parts on the trumpet in another isolated chamber behind the vocal room.  Glass walls on both sides afforded visual contact with him through the vocal room. Boro had brought his own mic, an AEA ribbon, a great sounding mic on the trumpet. Had the same vibe as an old RCA.

Jumping into this session already in motion, my brain felt at half speed compared to the pace of flow.  I balanced and panned the monitor mix in Pro Tools, worked on some of the drum and bass sounds, changed and repositioned the drum room mics, and set up the Kosmos as my brain started to focus on the new board, outboard, monitoring, and the fast North African rhythm they were playing.  The first song's working title was Gimbri Fast and probably is the fastest track we recorded. 

It became quickly obvious to me that Bill and James had a high paced, established dynamic and system of communication with each other. I wasn't exactly sure how to integrate so when we had a second I took James aside and asked how he worked with Bob Musso in New York.  Bill, Bob and James have been a consistently working production team for years, something like 16.  I figured I would play the Bob Musso position.  Big shoes to fill, but my feet are always growing from all the food and vitamins I take in - 'remember what the dormouse said, feed your head' - it affects your feet too.  Bob was busy in New York recording his own music.  He also was recently back from doing some mixing at the Super Bowl.

James became the primary Pro Tools operator, the helmsman. He has an uncanny, almost photographic memory of non-standard song arrangements, and is a very fast editor.  I mainly got the sounds, set control room monitoring and handled communications with the musicians.  I was the Lieutenant Uhura on the bridge of that ship.  Daniel, our assistant engineer, was as professional and on top of it as any assistant in New York, Los Angeles, London or Tokyo.  Noga kept us fortified with snacks and water with platters of fresh pear slices, apple slices, dates, figs, apricots, almonds, pecans, homemade tahini, pita bread, feta cheese, swiss cheese, and a soft sour cheese, an Israeli specialty similar to cream cheese.

The only major technical issue occurred when a 192 - a Pro Tools convertor, gave up the ghost.  It started putting out strange digital noise, alien signals of some kind, after our lunch break.  It took 2 - 3 hours to track down and resolve the issue, fortunately the studio had a replacement 192 that worked fine.  All the gear sailed along finely after that, no more technical problems.

We got all the drumming parts, and most of the bass, gimbri and oud for 9 songs in 2 long days.  Right on schedule.  The next day was shabbat and a day off.  Shanir asked if I'd like to go to Jerusalem, to see the old town and the Western Wall of the Temple.  I said, "yes, definitely."  James and Bill were intohhh it.  Ravid starting making some arrangements and promised to meet us at noon tomorrow.  Going to the site where King Solomon built the Temple seemed just as important for my esoteric researches as going to Cairo to see Aleister Crowley's Stele of Revealing.  It had nothing to do with religion.  I suspected that the Temple wall would be a great place to experiment with psychometry, the science of receiving information through contact with ancient artifacts.

Shabbat: the normally sedate breakfast room at the hotel is filled with families dressed for  Synagogue.  A nice feeling.  I take a stroll on the beach and record the random rhythms of people bouncing balls to each other with wood paddles.  The weather is beautiful, sunny but not too hot, this could be California, lots of people out doing various beach activities.  I catch up on the Allen Ginsberg bio I'm reading, always looking for clues for becoming a writer.

Ravid arrives shortly after noon with Shanir, two cars, and 3 other guides - Yossi Fine, his girlfriend Meytal, and a top Israeli music producer whose name also might be Ravid, we weren't ever formally introduced.  Yossi also produces top Israeli groups.  He's done a lot of work at a studio in Northern California where I recorded two albums with Tom Waits.  We have at least one mutual musician friend, a singer  named Deja.  Small world. I suspect that  Yossi and the producer Ravid volunteered in part - besides just being nice guys - to experience darshan with Bill Laswell. Bill is wearing a fine art t-shirt depicting Aleister Crowley showing his horns in a posture called Vir which indicates the Hierophant post.

Bill and I ride in the back seat of Yossi and Meytal's car at first talking amongst ourselves about various music projects and people.  Bill mentions introducing Chad Smith, the drummer for the Red Hot Chili Pepper's to the gimbri, and I guess to Moroccan music.  Bill and Chad, and some other musicians recently recorded a progressive album with assistance from Jay Bulger who brought them together.

I notice Meytal giving me a direct look like she's seeing through me - beyond appearances.  I say hello.  She says hello.  We don't get introduced to each other until reaching Jerusalem's old city.  Getting close to Jerusalem the conversation opens up to include all 4 of us.  Yossi talks about some of his approaches to recording, and also about the Burning Man festival held every year in the Nevada desert.  We compare notes about recording with portable 2 track devices.  Yossi had brought the Grateful Dead's Mickey Hart to the Temple wall about 2 weeks before where they discreetly made a recording of some kind.  Meytal says that the latest Chili Pepper's single, recently released, has drumming that sounds Moroccan to her and figures that's due to Bill's influence on Chad.  Later, I ask Meytal if she is a musician.  She replies no, but says they call her something, a word I don't remember, which means she has Big Ears.  I can relate to that.  She also recognized Shanir's playing on a single that's currently getting a lot of radio airplay in Israel.

The entrance to the old city takes us into narrow passageways lined with merchants selling all kinds of things.  Reminds me of Morocco but a bit more upscale.  I see a t-shirt that shows the word Israel in a google search with a caption that reads, "did you mean Palestine?"  Free speech seems alive and well.  Not really any interesting sounds, but market places are something I always record so I pull out my Tascam.  As I do, some great sounding bells start ringing, different pitches in an unusual sequence sounding rich, and resonant with more lower frequencies than most bells.  Right after the bells, these very serious looking priests dressed in black robes clear a way down the corridor with the one in front stomping a large black staff as he walks.  They are Greek Orthodox.  Yossi tells the story of the Greek Orthodox bishop who did something the Church didn't like so (pointing up) he's been locked up in one of those apartments for years and years.  People put food for him in a basket which he pulls up with a rope.

 I'm on a mission to buy beads for a friend who makes jewelry.  Meytal sees me negotiating with a merchant and steps in to get a much better deal.  I ask what her name means,  She gives an explanation saying it's a combination of cultures, French and Moroccan, I think, but that it essentially means 'God's dew.'  Very appropriate name as I discover later.  God's dew gets described in Crowley's Book of Lies, chapter 18, Dewdrops.  Meytal, an Israeli from a small town whose heritage is 3/4s Morrocan, 1/4 French,  has a degree in communications and once had a high administrative position for all of the Hilton hotels in Israel.  After 4 years she realized that corporate life wasn't for her and now manages a tennis club working with many  children.  At lunch, she pursues a line of questioning  that leads to her making a suggestion that strikes to the core of my being, something no one had ever mentioned to me before except for an African shaman in Mali who was reading off of some oracular shells.  I conclude Meytal is either incredibly intuitive or psychic or Coincidence Control is working overtime.

After lunch we go down the hill to the Western Wall that marks the border of the old Temple site.  It being Shabbat there are a lot of people, most of them Orthodox Jews chanting, praying and rocking in a forward bowing motion to get the feeling of God inside their bodies.  There are soldiers with submachine guns walking about looking relaxed.  Because of Shabbat, it's not allowed to take pictures or record with any device.  On any other day it would be fine.  Yossi says I can record by keeping the recorder out of sight so I put it under my sweater.  That's what he did with Mickey Hart here a couple of weeks ago.

I asked Ravid it it was ok to get close to the wall and touch it.  That was fine. Saw small pieces of paper rolled up and put into crevices, some kind of magic no doubt.  I put my right hand on the wall for about 10 minutes and diffuse the vision.  Focussed on connecting with King Solomon's Temple. Almost immediately I felt a tremendous force of energy from far away.  'Saw" what can get described as some kind of huge "battery" coming from great depths below.  Did have a clear vision of a completely non-human, technological, if you can call it that, kind of space.  Saw nothing remotely anthropomorphic, or any kind of familiar iconography, religious, or otherwise.  I was recording the whole time but haven't heard the playback yet.

Walked around the spacious square recording various groups of worshippers doing their thing.  A group of young men loudly chanting Hebrew holding hands in a circle and dancing around.  Ornate scroll holders recalling Egyptian Steles, probably holding the Torah, rapidly intoning soft chanting prayers.  Went and attempted psychometry on the Wall again, this time a little longer.  Didn't feel the same energy source, or have as deep and clear a vision - the first hit is free -  but did have an interesting "voyage," what we call a journey of awareness and attention through alternate spaces.  I did feel interference, opposition of some kind.  Maybe related to the conflicts over these sacred sites.  Ravid and Shanir pointed out later that this location marked the source of all the religious conflict.  The interference felt like excessive yang to me, too much male, not enough female influence.  Noticed then that it was all men here, men and women were segregated by a partition.

Followed Ravid into a large arched room to our left, lots of people praying all dressed in black, altars and scrolls.  He said that just below us existed an intricate series of tunnels which one could get a tour of.  Dusk now, starting to get dark. We head to the far right side of the square to a walking bridge that goes to the Moslem side where the Dome of the Rock that contains the Foundation Stone is located.  Everyone looks altered, mellow, outside the common.  Time seems slower and elongated to me.  I remember a similar mood when visiting some sacred sites in Uzbekistan when on The Flying Mijinko tour with Akira Sakata.

The bridge is closed.  Shanir thought it would be, but wanted to try anyway.  We start back up the hill through the market to go back home.  I find a few more beads on the way.  Back in Tel Aviv, Bill asks about an African part of town he'd heard about.  It's a favorite spot for Yossi and right on the way.  We stop and walk through the area; reminds me of Dakar.

This trip begins to feel like an extension of the Morocco trip, like somehow that trip helped make this one possible.   Recording the gimbri, walking through the Moroccan style market - discovering later that this had been the Moroccan quarter for over 770 years before it got bulldozed after the war in 1967;  our guide, Meytal, is 3/4 Moroccan, she hears a Moroccan influence in the drumming of Bill's friend Chad Smith.  So in that spirit I'll interrupt this account to announce the upcoming festival in Morocco with Bachir Attar and The Master Musicians of Jajouka in Jajouka featuring Bill Laswell on May 17th and 18th this year.

Back in  the studio on Sunday we started by finishing all the bass and oud parts with Shanir.  Next came keyboard overdubs courtsey of Hod "Space" Moshonov.  Bill had told him to think space for one of the parts. Hod told us then that Space was his middle name.  Hod, shares his name with the 8th Sephiroth on the Tree of Life  where all the Gods of Communication hang out.  Mercury, Lt. Uhuru and the electric switchboard gang.  Hod got most of his synth patches from a later model Nord synthesizer  He also had an instrument someone called a Kitar, a keyboard played like a guitar that offered a wide variety of "cheese."  Herbie Hancock and George Duke used to play these; George called his a "Dukie stick."  Hod laid his parts down quickly with alacrity and finesse.  He played very well adding depth, dimension and atmospheric textures to the music.  After a few hours Hod took a break to allow for vocal, then string overdubs from two lovely ladies named Hela and Karen playing cello and violin respectively.  Doubling their parts produced a string quartet effect.  Later, Boro put down his trumpet solos invoking the spirit of Miles Davis into his soulful statements.

All the keyboard parts were finished the next morning.  Several hours then went into horn section overdubs with Boro on trumpet, a tenor sax, and a trombone.  Parts were doubled, sometimes tripled, and some arrangement editing was done on the spot.  We finished the evening with Ravid's vocals.  The entire album had been recorded in 4 days with the exception of 4 vocal tracks and an Egyptian string orchestra for one song.  Two of those vocal tracks still required the lyrics to be written.  Everyone was in a tired, but celebratory mood at the end.  Ravid arranged for a good meal at a gourmet restaurant on the Mediterranean.

At dinner conversation turned to Martin Bisi's legendary BC recording studio in the Gowanus section of Brooklyn, NY where a lot of classic punk and alternative music had been recorded.  Bill mentioned that he was with Martin the day he found that space and ended up living there.  The neighborhood was so rough at the time that he got robbed nearly every time he went home but convinced them not to take his bass because that's how he earned the money they took.  Bill's solution was to bring Afrika Bambaataa around the neighborhood to talk to the kids who left him alone after that.

I had heard that Brian Eno helped finance the studio, originally known as  OAO for Operation All Out, a Burroughs acronym from Naked Lunch.  Bill said that Eno had bought the mixing board.  The first recordings there became Eno's 4th in his ambient music series, On Land.

 I asked Bill how he met Eno.  He said that one day he walked out of his apartment on 8th Street, across from Electric Lady recording studio and saw Eno talking to Hassan Heiserman.  Hassan was carrying a script based on the Burroughs book, The Ticket that Exploded trying to interest Eno in the project.  Bill gave Eno his contact information who soon went on his way.  Hassan and Bill struck up a conversation beginning a long association together.  Hassan personally knew and worked with a wide variety of counter-cultural icons, everyone from Kerouac and Ginsberg to Robert Anton Wilson, Tim Leary and E.J. Gold.  He introduced Bill to Ornette Coleman beginning another lifelong friendship and important musical contact.  I wrote about Hassan HERE.

In my last blog, Marrakech, I brought up the idea of "power spots," certain locations where extraordinary events occur.  The example I used was Jimi Hendrix's Electric Lady recording studio built on the same location as a bar where Gurdjieff and Buckminster Fuller met and had long discussions.  I had been reminded of that coincidence recently when E.J. Gold told a story about  a place he went to right across from where Electric Lady was built.  Consequently, it felt quite astonishing to hear Bill tell this account of meeting Hassan and Eno at that same location.  Bill's first session with Eno was My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, the album that persuaded me to become a recording engineer after I swore to never do that.  Hassan was one of the reasons I moved to California as described in the link.  The Ticket that Exploded describes some of Burroughs' tape recorder magick experiments that strongly influenced me.  Three people who profoundly altered the course of my life chanced to meet for a brief moment on 8th Street in New York across from Electric Lady.  That meeting profoundly affected each of their lives too, and who knows how many others.

Bill and James left for the airport early the next morning at 6:30 am.  I had until 8pm before going.  Spent the day catching up on business and writing.  Looking out the window upon the row of high rise seaside hotels and the Mediterranean, I reflected that the Marina Hotel had been a good place to establish a temporary High Velocity World Headquarters.  Watching the western horizon rise to meet the setting sun I decide to take a break for a walk by the sea.  I strolled out on the marina's rock fortified  walkway that went out over the water.  The wind was blowing strongly sending waves crashing against the rocks spraying me with salt water at one point.  Took the opportunity to invoke the forces of the Sea.  Turned out to be very effective.  I felt the coolness of water all the way home.  It occurred to me that the idea of walking on water symbolizes riding on top of powerful forces of nature.  This idea also resonates with the contemporary Thelemic attitude as shown in psalm 93.

The headline on the Jerusalem Post the day I left, February 25th, my 54 and a half birthday, read:

Merkel: Reaching two-state solution is 'part and parcel' of securing Israel's future.

Netanyahu says Israel wants a 'real peace' that ends the conflict and gets Palestinians to recognize the Jewish state.

Obviously you've got to recognize them if you want them to recognize you.  Whoever puts together the Post's headlines figured that out.  Netanyahu was at the White House yesterday meeting Obama for further peace discussions.  Let's do it.

Music played while writing this report was Bernie Worrell's  Elevation - The Upper Air, solo piano renditions of some classic jazz pieces, and original compositions.  The first track is In A Silent Way, the last one is Redemption Song.  Produced by Bill Laswell and recorded by Jason Corsaro.