and i listened to

walking down the street i noticed that mulatu astatke was playing - the week after we left!



then, after seeing a copy of fear of a black planet in a shop, had a conversation with t's brother about the many reasons why chuck d must be foaming into his cornflakes. so you're wanting rap about something sked t's brother. you want to be listening to immortal technique (definitely nsfw or if the limits of your listening to rap are defined by fiddy/puffy or any of that lot)



which led to a lovely discussion around gil scott heron



back on the boat i managed some quiet time and lost myself in louis sclavis. revelational!