"Trust and faith in your fellow man has no equal.
If you have experienced trust you will know its strength.
If you have experienced trust you will know its strength.
You must know yourself before you know others."
I lived through a mellow high, as if sipping wine. The piece starts pouring into a rhythm while it tries to
catch up with the beats that tenderly start picking on the strings. I’m sitting
with my eyes closed and almost imagining the guitar doing a waltz with the
beats. Slowly forgetting what I was thinking and the guitar almost preparing me
for some light blues. Just when the beats got me used to them, Toure pitches in
with words far from understanding. The haunting appeal of his voice drags
across the piece playing with my imagination.
The first sip rich in Malian
flavours being nudged by the subtle blues and the beats keeping me high. The coarseness
of the vocals adding the depth that I just don’t want to let go. Toure pulls
me down and leaves me floating back in space. Just when I realize he’s
playing with my longing for the flavour to return, he comes back to flirt
with the melodies of Mali
