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Date: September 27, 2011 Venue: Bell House (Brooklyn, NY)
Concert review by Chris Arnold
This past Tuesday Brooklyn was blessed with a very special visitor: the legendary Malian guitarist and singer Boubacar “Kar Kar” Traoré. With long-time friends percussionist Madieye Niang playing a simple upturned gourd and French harmonica player Vincent Bucher, Traoré laid down a mellow yet infectious groove for about 90 minutes at the Gowanus club The Bell House.
Date: September 16th to 18th, 2011 Venue: Littlefield (Brooklyn, NY) Text by Jim Hoey Video intererview and first two videos shots by Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi
The Brooklyn Independent Music Fest took place at Littlefields in Brooklyn, near Gowanus, and for 3 days over 60 bands took to the two small stages to showcase a hell of a lot of pop,blues, soul, rap, and old timey music. This matches the borough’s return to oyster bars, tile floor restaurants, brick oven pizza shops, and speakeasy-looking venues that sell absinthe. With this festival though, the old and the new vaguely mixed on the stages, followed each other, and generally, what the promoters were going for, was a complete celebration of all the different musical elements that find their way to Brooklyn.
This summer in Michigan, something went down around Mears, Michigan, a small town near the Great Lakes and one of the largest area of dunes in the country. An old music festival fairground was reopened, called Val Du Lakes, one which used to host bands like Aerosmith and Metallica back in its heyday.
Bill Cosby: great flow and best footwear at the fest. Photo courtesy of Jim Hoey
It was another one of those nights in NYC when I left my place with no expectations, I was simply heading off to hear some African music on the recommendation of a friend. So off to the Symphony Space on the Upper West Side I went. To my surprise, this concert of Sabar music and dancing kicked off with drummers coming in from the back of the theater, and the dancers and singers chanting from backstage until they joined forces at the fore and started to get into their Sabar thing, which is a call and response type dance from Senegal, with drummers beating hard on their skins and interacting and pushing the dancers on and on, improvisationally. From the very start, the drummers cleared the air, prepped the crowd by announcing that this night requires audience energy to be authentic, and then jumped into the opening invocation, getting the crowd to clap in tune with the drum pulse.
As you take off your shoes and walk into the Chhandayan room, located on 43rd Street between 5th and 6th Avenue, it is immediately evident you have entered an oasis in the middle of the city. Incense is burning, and everything is serenely quiet. There is a cozy and well lit room that has an oriental rug – a humble home to all visiting Indian musicians who come to play at Chhandayan on a weekly basis – and then about 20 small, but unbelievably comfortable, floor cushions facing the performer’s rug, which is where the audience sits.