01/02/2021
Delighted to announce a new fortnightly world music programme – from the UK to Africa, from the Middle East to New Zealand, from Pakistan to Japan. And beyond. On 1 February, the world music alphabet will commence with “A is for Afrobeat”.
Do listen in, here:
The host/guide will be very happy to receive feedback and/or any requests and suggestions for future shows.
If B isn’t for breton, you’ve lost me.
“B is for Brittany”, so hope that will do!
It’s on the calendar.
Sounds right up my street!
Ok. I downloaded and looked at their website.
How do I know when this program will go to air?
Hi,
This should help:
http://gnetradio.com/schedule/
1 February at 9:00 p.m. UK time and fortnightly thereafter, with opportunities at other times and dates to catch again…
Ta
Lovely stuff. This is my favourite African track, which once featured on a Word cover CD.
Ishmael Jingo – Fever:
Ah – I know this from The Last King Of Scotland fillum…
…Sure I can slot this in somewhere tonight!
When you get to Cuba, this is my fave. A band I (sort of) discovered – there’s a story behind that.
Septeto Santiaguero – La Wemba de Marilú
Cheers.
…And here is last night’s programme for @Junior Wells , @fentonsteve and anyone else who may be interested:
Thoughts, requests and comments – good, bad or indifferent – always welcome!
First of 2 posting errors:
@junior-wells
Loved it. Will definitely listen to future shows.
Thank you very much!
Think it will be (probably) the same time each fortnight – will post when going out and on that mixcloud thingy…
It’s providing the pefect soundtrack to today’s database mangling.
Splendid.
This may also assist on another occasion:
100% cover versions…
Second of 2 posting errors:
@fentonsteve
…And the second part of the cover versions only Songs From Under The Covers – in case of any interest – is available here:
If my colleagues are reading this, please stop ringing me up, so I can get on and listen…
That reminds me… on the subject of Qawwali music, this is a fave in my DJ box. Features a Dub Collosus-er and a Transglobal Underground-er with special guest J. Wobble Esq on floor-vibrations.
Temple of Sound & Rizwan-Muazzam Qawwali – The Jewelled Heart:
And for something a bit more Andy Kershaw, Bhundu Boys – Hupenyu Hwangu:
The Shed Sessions is the greatest album ever manufactured. I’ve long since got over the disappointment that, despite the title, it doesn’t feature Frank Sidebottom.
The whole thing is civilian-proof. I’ve seen some very bad ‘white people dancing’ as a result of playing this in public.
Anything left for tuoosdi?
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Me no understand…
Try saying out loud (in a Fenland accent, if that helps). “Toos-dee.”
Oo-argh!
Ah – Silly me.
The next Musica Mundi appears at 9:00 p.m. UK time on Monday (15 February), with half a dozen songs from Brittany – hopefully to the satisfaction of @thecheshirecat – and a track to please @fentonsteve and @moose-the-mooche
In the meantime, here is something from Tuoosdi just gone:
Arf!
Oooh, thanks for reminding me. Should just fit it in after my regular 1730 Zoom with the squash lads, then the CLP meeting. I should have known that I would still be stupidly busy during lockdown.
Live link, should you require it:
http://gnetradio.com/show/musica-mundi-2021-02-15/
Do let me know if the Breton/Brezhoneg songs hit the mark…
Hey, thanks for the shout out!
Good for me to hear that there is a breton world outside of my comfort zone of dance music and folk rock, but I can’t deny my heart surged to the sound of Tri Yann. And, fun fact, I’d never twigged that they were the Three Johns.
As promised for @thecheshirecat , @fentonsteve & @moose-the-mooche and hopefully of interest to others, here is Musica Mundi from last night:
@fentonsteve :
“When you get to Cuba, this is my fave. A band I (sort of) discovered – there’s a story behind that.
Septeto Santiaguero – La Wemba de Marilú.”
I have a live version of that. Are you able to provide the ‘story behind that’, so I may relay it during broadcast?
I can ‘help’ with the studio version.
The background: Mrs F is half-Spanish and fluent in the lingo (I can hold a short conversation, at a push). The Buena Vista Social Club album had come out in late 1997 and Cuba opened its doors to (some) tourists following it. We booked a two-week overland ‘Adventure Holiday’ with Exodus Travels for 1999. We flew into Havana via Madrid, travelled the length of the island for a couple of weeks in a sort of ruggedised minibus (with Cuban driver and English guide).
Mrs F’s linguistic skills proved to be the key to unlocking the locals beyond “Hey Meesta, you wanna buy?” She looks and sounds Spanish, the locals all thought I (tall and pasty) was German.
When we arrived in Santiago de Cuba, our hotel was about 50 paces along Heredia from the Casa de la Trova music bar (home of BVSC’s Compay Segundo). State-funded musicians played in the bar all day and I spent most of my time in there. There was a CD & tape shop next door, they were typically relaxed and would recommend CDs (and play them for me while I browsed). I would pick up CDs of the acts I saw in the bar. One afternoon they played me “a local band” and I bought it before the first tune had ended. A local man walked in to the shop and was introduced as a member of the band I’d just heard. Serendipity. We went next door for a Mojito and some more music.
The following day, we went for a late-morning stroll (this was our last day in town, so far we’d only seen the inside of our hotel and the Casa). We wandered down a side street off Parque Céspedes and stumbled across our new friend, and the rest of the band crammed into his front room, having a rehearsal for the evening’s gig. We were invited in, had a leisurely lunch with them and spent the afternoon witnessing our own private performance. The lengendary Cuban hospitality.
The evening’s venue was one of those slightly tacky “tourist” clubs where the locals adopt traditional dress and serve over-priced cocktails to wealthy Americans sitting at tables. The other 10 on our minibus had arranged to go, we thought we’d skip it, have dinner on the roof of our hotel and spend our final evening in the Casa de la Trova.
As it turned out, we did go to the club – much to the surprise of the rest of our tour party. They were slightly shocked to recognise, at the back of the stage (playing Claves), a pasty English bloke and his wife (singing backing vocals). It was quite a night. I was definitely a bit peaky on the early-morning flight back to Havana.
Back home, I made enquiries. It turns out their albums were already distributed in Europe by a Madrid label.