Happenstance. Last week while in New York I caught a short ride with a West African cab driver in Brooklyn. Upon entry there was music. “What is this?” I asked. “It’s African – Bembeya Jazz National. 1970’s. West coast.” And while the name was familiar, via a compilation, the sounds were not.
Originally from the Ivory Coast, the driver had been in the states two years, and in his thick patois began to recommend artist after artist, album after album. Too much and too fast to jot down — we rode, he spoke, and I listened. Another five minutes and we had reached my destination. I got out and thanked him for both the ride and the hip.
Now back in Los Angeles, the following has been on my mind. And on repeat.
Bembeya Jazz National :: Petit Sekou
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How good is the album cover!
awesome.
Nice find. Love stories like this one. Rabbit holes, right?
Mamady Kouyate, one of the lead guitarists from the Bembeya Jazz National, plays every Wednesday with his band the Mandingo Ambassadors at Barbes in Park Slope Brooklyn. When you’re back in BK check them out.
Whoa, Trevor, major high five for that tip.
the whole album is amazing. the second track “telephone” is my favorite. very psychedelic. reminds me of panda bear a bit.
Merci!