The album Talking Timbuktu Ali Farka Toure I glared. Timbuktu is a city of Andalusia and mythical resonance to his story, years ago I knew at once of the Association of Friends of Timbuktu, which belonged to the father of a friend, and the library that housed the legendary Andalusian city. After I joined the ephemeral cultural association Ceyba, for studies of the influence of black African culture in Andalusia Latin America. So all seemed doomed to crush, and with this album were taken body all cultural theories. Myths aside, the reality is imposed by its subject, in this case noise. The music of Mali, with referrals to the flamenco and the blues, was occupying a growing space in my sound map. When in the seventies I began to hear the bulerías, it took several months to grip the bar. With music from the desert I had no intention of learning, I was straining to contact a toxic tide again and listen I drilled the skin. He had already sung a version of Talking African TIMBUKTU inventing the improvisation in a theater in Valencia, when the tour of Punta Paloma (that's my first African blues, I was born).
In spring 2006 I started playing the guitar the first sequences of what would people say, I went alone, and leave all things, by impregnation, by intuition, the body was mature, the three basic chords and Low ending in Sol-Fa-Si-Do. Then came the falseta, which appears on the disc to the fifth round, with evocations gastorianas. And then, as had happened with the flying I go, appeared aimed in a notebook that letter only die once, "people say" I put it to complete the rhythm and be able to sing easily. And so began to ring and walk around my house ... In the summer of 2007 I visited the beach my old friend Javier More, yes, who is touring with Leonard Cohen. After breakfast, there in the backyard, took the archilaud, I went to for my flamenco and started playing with the TV playing in the background, the first version that appeared in my web. Simple, natural, pointed with all its accoutrements, and the sound so warm in my pocket recorder EDIROL.
The list of things we interminabla was killed as a separate track. The song went round to the nearest base, as always, but few, I was afraid to touch it to avoid losing much freshness. The disk was more difficult to burn, look for the rhythm section was hard, the final went pretty well, as a kind of African reggae. And every time I played it, I searched the feeling the first time, do not go far from the source, only the essentials. Although the first version has something unattainable.
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