The roomful of djembe drummers became as one and, finally, I was swept away to a blessed place, carried on the tide of the increasingly frenetic beat. The waves of percussion were arriving one after ...
Born in Isan and shaped by stories passed mouth to mouth, the sound carries memory, humour and grit. The khaen sighs, voices ...
The waves of percussion were arriving one after the other from the African coast right here to the Albany BARN. This was not a fantasy or artificial experience. No, dear readers! I was experiencing ...
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