Friday, December 24, 2010

Photo Update!

I have a lot of blogging to catch up on!  So, to start out, here are some photos I've been meaning to put up:

This first batch is from my second Thanksgiving party - the one hosted by Fulbright-alumn-archaeologist Cameron at his apartment. 



This is Kate, the other Fulbright-Hays person.  She got up at 8am to start cooking!  She made little mini-chickens or quails or something, plus brownies and a pie, plus mashed potatoes and gravy!



Here's my $22 artichoke dip.  It ain't pretty, but it sure was good...




Kate's brownie and pie!



Thanksgiving meal #2.  Yay mashed potatoes!!  (Cameron made the winter squash and the carrots).



Next, my room updated with some holiday cheer:



From Geoff and Kia - a hand-decorated Christmas stocking and a homemade Yid Vicious Christmas tree garland - in between the snowflakes are drawings of each of bando!


More from Kia and Geoff:  an instant-o-tree, some plastic sushi, some Jesus bandaids, a crow candle (for all the power outages), and some origami paper which I fiddled with.



A random photo - I was walking back from where one of the conferences:




Damien's farewell party, thrown by Bambi and Milim:


Yves, the owner of l'Endroit (the internet cafe and Milim's regular club) and Jeneer (a new club which will also feature Milim)


Damien, Milim's saxophonist - he flew back to San Francisco later that night.  It's unsure when he'll be back - he's lived in Dakar a year and feels it's time to move back home.  We're all going to miss him a lot here!



Damien unwrapping a present from the band.


Me with Modou, one of Damien's saxophone students and a friend of mine.


Abdou, Milim's amazing bassist.


Chef Bambi!


Abdou with Joel, Milim's drummer.  Joel's from Martinique but has lived in Dakar for 12 years.


Damien and Jeannot, the band's super-star guitarist (along with Abdou, he plays w/ Youssou N'Dour's sister and is on tour with her right now in Europe)


Damien and a friend of his, Tanya.  She's American and has been living here for about a year with her family.  She works for some company / organization that has to do with public works projects - building roads, etc.


Bago, Joel's cousin and fellow drummer.  He lives in Paris so is only a part-time member of Milim.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Of Mice and Me...

So I was going to write about some of the concerts I've been going to, but why write about that when I can write about THIS?:

So this morning I got up and took a shower and was getting dressed, preparing myself for a hopefully productive day (I can tell you that at least 1/3 of the productivity didn't come to pass, because as I write this I'm waiting for a meeting with a documentary film maker and he has about 15 minutes to show up before I have to leave), and I decided I was feeling refreshed enough to try to mix it up a little.  You know, I thought, why not wear a NEW shirt instead of the same one you've been wearing for the past two days?  OOH, and you could even liven it up a little MORE and wear a shirt you haven't even WORN here yet!  So, I was feeling quite satisfied with myself for having made such a bold decision for a Monday morning, and I confidently pulled open my clothes drawer (which is part of the bottom of my bed frame) to investigate the possibilities.  Let's see... red shirt, black shirt... WHA...?!?!?!?!?!?!

That's right folks.  Today was AWESOME.  I started out the day opening my clothes drawer to find...

A DEAD MOUSE!  Yup!  He was sprawled all over my black shirt, and I have no idea how long he'd been there.  I thought I smelled something funky, but I thought it was that my towel hadn't dried out all the way or something.  And, my nose is in general pretty pathetic, so I don't always notice smells that are obvious to others.  I HOPE I didn't have rotting-mouse-smell in my room for days at a time... I suspect it died maybe 2 days before.  The CSI-Dakar forensics team would probably posit that it had to have died at least a while ago because rigor mortis had set  in, but I didn't bother to call them to confirm this.

ANYway...  So of course I let out a horribly girly scream which I'll forever be ashamed of, and called Thomas (French neighbor) over to take a look.  He said, "Que-ce qu'y a?" (What is it?) and I just covered my face and pointed.  He smiled and went to the kitchen and got a paper towel and a plastic sac and came back and proceeded to dispose of the mouse.  I thanked him, and he said he's used to this sort of thing because apparently his apartment in Rouen is overrun with mice.  (By the way, you should hear a true Normand pronounce "Rouen" sometime - I think it's right up there with "squirrel" for Germans as far as inpronouncability - for Americans (me), at least). 

Anyway, so I thought - ok, great!  Mouse corpse gone!  Excellent!  Now, on to removing the tainted-with-mouse-death clothing and putting them in a laundry sac.  So I gingerly picked up the befouled clothing and ... LO and BEHOLD, what lie underneath but:  ....MAGGOTS!!!  At least, I THINK that's what they were.  Some kind of nasty squirmy wormy kind of thing that made me almost vomit all over the remainder of the clothes.  My stomach curdled and lept up into my throat and I gagged and screamed and called Thomas back in, this time with my most pathetically girly voice yet.  I just gagged and pointed.  By this time, Brigitte, the housekeeper, had gotten involved, and she (one of the strongest women I know, physically and mentally) braved the drawer and managed to scoop up all of the vile offenders into some paper and throw them all into the trash.  After profusely thanking Thomas and Brigitte for disposing of these gag-inducing menaces, I made a quick exit.

So, that was my morning!  YAY!

Later...:

Concerts:

Archie Shepp
Manu Dibango
Marcus Miller
Stanley Clarke
Baaba Maal

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Finally I feel like I have it in me to write again!  I'm so sorry for the lack of blogs over this past week.  It's been due to a combination of two factors:  1) too much going on because the festival has finally started; 2) malaise.  The two are related, as I'll explain...  But, before I get going:  I just want to say - it feels good to be back, ladies and gentlemen!  I've been in a somewhat dark place over the past week and now I feel much better!  Yay!

So, the festival + malaise relationship is as follows:  1) people who are already hard to reach are even HARDER to reach when the festival they are putting on is finally, after YEARS, underway.  Hence, research has been difficult.  2) I had forgotten about the fact that I do not do well in crowds.  This is unfortunate, given what I'm researching (a festival that involves big concerts with huge crowds).  I went to the opening ceremonies, which was held at the big stadium, and I didn't even last 30 minutes.  Every stairwell leading up to the seats was a river of crazy people, excited at the chance of seeing Youssou N'Dour live for free.  No matter which direction I tried to go, it was impossible to move.  I temporarily found a seat near the stairwell, but given the location was constantly getting stepped on.  People were shouting, my anxiety level was rising, etc.  I decided I needed to get some air, but trying to descend the stairwell was almost impossible.  I was battling against a raging mob of crazed fans who wouldn't give an inch, and by the time I made it outside I was in tears and couldn't breathe.  Panic attack fun!  So that was the end of that.  After that incident, and a similiar one the following night, I felt extremely discouraged about my research - I wasn't having much success talking to people, and I wasn't having much success going to concerts.  So, this put me in a funk that lasted a while.

BUT, FUNK BE GONE!  Now, I'm feeling much better for several reasons, which I'll try to illuminate here:

1) I finally was able to make it to an amazing concert without having another panic attack.  That's progress!  I went to hear Archie Shepp.  For those of you who don't know, Archie Shepp is a free jazz saxophone legend, and also important to my research because he went to another of the historic festivals I've been studying, the Pan African Festival of Algiers in 1969.  I got to hear him with Daryll Hall on bass, Tom McClung on piano, and Steve McCraven on drums.  It was a fabulous quartet, an inspiring concert, and I felt all revved up afterward!  I didn't get the chance to talk with Archie Shepp, since I have not been able to obtain a press pass and there were police blocking the backstage entrance.  However, I have a contact who MAY be able to help me with this - who knows.  At any rate, he and his crew gave an inspiring performance.

2) I saw Manu Dibango!  Unfortunatley, I felt slightly jipped, as a saxophonist, because he only played piano.  However, he rocks on piano, too, so it was still great, and he's a real legend in Africa.  He was the first African saxophonist to make it big internationally as a jazz musician, and he influenced a whole generation across the continent.  Michael Jackson was even influenced by him - there's a MJ song which goes "Mamasay mamasa mamakossa," which is taken directly from Manu Dibango.  He actually won a law suit against MJ for this!  I should have stayed at the end of Archie Shepp's concert, because Manu Dibango was playing that night, too, but there was another band in between and I wouldn't have seen Manu 'til after midnight-'til 2am-ish.  I figured it wasn't necessary to stay since I could see him the next day at the other venue (where he ended up only playing piano).  Staying the night before 'til 2am-ish would've been ok, except I didnt' have a key because mine broke in the door (it's a DIFFICULT DOOR!!!), and I hadn't been able to borrow a key yet to make a copy.  So, I didn't want to be stuck locked out at 2:30am and have to wake someone up to let me in.  I've since taken care of the key problem, so this won't be an issue anymore!  Anyway, THAT's why I didn't see Dibangu at the Archie Shepp concert (in which I'm sure he played saxophone), and instead saw him play piano at the French Institute a few nights ago.  Which, mind you, was still great!

3) I met an AMAZING, AMAZING music researcher / journalist / writer / photographer / producer.  His name is Florent Mazzoleni.  He is the same age as me, and he only started researching African music 6 years ago.  In that time, he has managed to write FIFTEEN books, plus take photographs for and produce a number of African music CD compilations, etc., etc.  But the best thing about him is that, despite all of his insane accomplishments, he is super approachable and friendly and not intimidating at all.  Given my current track-record with talking to VIP's, it was incredibly refreshing to talk to someone who didn't seem too busy to give me the time of day, and who is genuinely passionate about what he studies, so he enjoys talking about it to anyone, and who is genuinely interested in what I'm working on and wants to help me in any way he can.   He has invited me to a conference in Bamako which will host all of the who's-who in West-African music scholarship.  I don't think the date is totally set yet, but at any rate I will try to go if I can.  Maybe my Fulbright will pay for the travel, since it's research-related.  He has also welcomed me to feel free to visit his archives (he has a personal LP collection which he is already considering turning into a foundation someday, as it's more comprehensive than most libraries) to do research should I need access to his LPs, notes, etc.  AND, he is going to introduce me to another producer on Friday, AND to Ablaaye Thiossane, a musician who performed at the first FESMAN in 1966!  So, he rocks. 

3) I'm going to see BAABA MAAL tonight!!!

4) Kia and Geoff are the BEST - I got a X'Mas package from them yesterday with all sorts of goodies, and THEN today I got two letters, one from each of them!  So.  I'm feeling the love, which is always a good thing.

So....  THANKS, Kia and Geoff!!

5) And, thanks Kendra / Dale / Damien for the nice card and the cute Christmas photo of Damien with Santa!!  I showed him off to my host family and they all agreed he was too cute.

So... life is looking up compared to the past few days!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Progress - and, by the way: BAMBI ROCKS!!!!!

Right now I'm at a very posh café downtown (where I just had fresh-pressed strawberry juice (!!!) that cost an insane $6 but was TOTALLY worth it in this heat) waiting for my friend Bambi (the manager of Milim, the jazz group I've played with a few times) to meet me after he gets done with a meeting.  But before I go any further, I just have to say how much

BAMBI ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, he does.  He's the best.  For many,  many reasons.  But here's one good one:

On Monday, he invited me to meet him at a café downtown (a different one) which he calls his "office," and he promised to try to help me break through the brick wall I've been constantly hitting as I try to make festival contacts here.  Well, one phone call later, I suddenly had an interview for a half an hour later with the DIRECTOR OF MUSIC PROGRAMMING FOR THE WHOLE FESTIVAL.  He deflected my profuse thanks by telling me it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that he mentioned that I was a (white) American.  He said had it not been for that, the director would never have given him the time of day.  I told him that couldn't possibly be true because my nationality / skin color hadn't seemed to have helped me out at all up until then.  MY theory is that the secret is the combination of a local Senegalese connection and the (unfortunately) association here of whiteness and being an American / foreigner with power and influence.  I told him I felt uncomfortable with the latter, but he said I may as well take advantage of it if I can. 

So I cabbed home to grab my video-recorder and then met the director, Mr. Dieng, at his "office," a swanky Lebanese restaurant (of which there are a ton in Dakar) called Sheherezade.  He asked if I wouldn't mind waiting, because he was in the middle of another meeting with somebody.  I assured him I was in no hurry and had plenty of other work to do, so he continued with his meeting and I took advantage of the opportunity to set up my equipment, review my questions, etc.   And of course have some coffee.  Finally, I was able to interview him, and, remarkably, given how busy he is these days, he spoke with me for 45 minutes!!  He answered all of my questions very thoroughly and, while he was rather brusk outside of the interview (on account in large part, I assume, of his extreme stress and insane amount of work this week), when he spoke about music and the festival, he was incredibly animated and happy and magnanimous.  He's a musician as well, and a sound engineer who recorded much of the country's emerging talent back in the 1980s.  He applauded when I told him I was a saxophonist.  So, anyway:  PROGRESS! 

After the interview was over and I returned to my table to write a little in order not to forget anything (just in case the video recording didn't work - one never knows, especially with this luddite), I found my seat already taken by a darling little kitten-teen who was snuggled up all contentedly.  Now, as I've mentioned before, there are very few contented kitties in Dakar.  The only other one I've seen was at the US Ambassador's.  But here, the restaurant owner is clearly an animal lover.  She had 3 dogs with her when she walked in, and four or five well-fed cats here have indoor-outdoor access.  This place, by the way, had an incredibly beautiful backyard area - with a swimming pool (about as rare here as happy cats), and GRASS.  You NEVER see grass here!  A green lawn is more of a sign of wealth here than gold.  Anyway, these cats were clearly well-fed and cared for, and they were contentedly lounging here and there.  The one who had taken my seat, I was told by the waitress, was named Fred. 

So, that was Monday.  Then, Tuesday, I had a Wolof lesson (my first with my new teacher, who's great) and then I met up with Balla.  As I told you in my last blog, I met Balla through my friend Lamine, the "Turtle Guy."  Balla, I had mentioned, is a Baay Faal (Baye Fall - various spellings), a uniquely Senegalese kind of Sufi.  He is also a musician, an arts educator, a humanitarian, an organizer of cultural events for his town of Rufisque, and a deeply spiritual person with a truly artistic soul.  I hadn't seen him since I'd arrived at the beginning of November. Lamine had told him I was back in town, so he called to meet up with me Tuesday (Lamine has been unavailable, as it turns out, because a friend of his is in the hospital).  So after my Wolof lesson, I met Balla and we walked to a cafe called La Gondola, which just so happens to have the BEST falafel in the city (I have absolutely NO experience to back this up, as I haven't had any other falafel in the city, but it's SOOOOO amazing at La Gondola that I can't imagine any other place being able to top it).  So we ate falafel and caught up a little, and then he agreed to let me interview / videotape him for my project.  Of course, the power was out yet again at home, so we went to l'Endroit, where he kindly and thoughtfully answered all of my questions.  After the interview was over we continued talking about this and that for a bit longer, and I asked him how his friend Issa, the saxophonist from Orchestra Baobab, was doing.  He gave him a call right then and put me on with him briefly - I asked him if he'd be playing this Saturday at Just 4 You, their regular place, and he said he wasn't sure yet - he was meeting his younger brother (and the band's alto saxophonist) to work something out pertaining to scheduling. 

Interestingly:  Issa assured me that Orchestra Baobab IS playing at FESMAN, and is booked at the same time as another famous band, Xalam.  However, upon consulting the official calender, Orchestra Baobab is nowhere to be seen.  Hmmm.   Theirs is a notable absence on the calendar - Orchestra Baobab is one of the country's most historically important bands, and even if they are currently somewhat old-school compared with the likes of Youssou N'Dour (in terms of popularity with youth, etc), they are pretty central to the history of Senegalese popular music.  So, it does indeed seem bizarre that they are not listed on the official program.  And yet, he insists they are programmed.  Hmmmmm...   I need to ask Mr. Dieng (the director of music programming, whom I interviewed on Monday) about this discrepency. 

Anyway, here's a picture of Balla and Run:





Wednesday (I'm now writing the rest of this entry on Thursday), I got a surprise call from Issa Cissoko!  He had gotten my number from Balla.  So we ended up hanging out at a bar across the highway from Dakar's famous fish market, playing rumba tunes together.  It's all relatively simple, harmonically, and I was able to pick up the tunes he taught me pretty quickly.  It was a cool, surreal experience to be in a dark, dank, dingy bar with intense, dusty sunlight filtering in through the window, with people smoking and drinking and reading the paper, and every so often applauding Issa and me.  Oh! And for the Yid Vicious fans among you (if you're not, why AREN'T you????), you'll be happy to know that I also introduced klezmer to Dakar (somehow I doubt many klezmer bands get out to Dakar much) - at the bar I played a bit of Metro to warm up.  Issa seemed to like it, and clapped his hands and grinned his brown-stained, toothy grin.  Anyway, to clarify my earlier mystery:  apparently, Orchestra Baobab isn't playing at FESMAN because, at least according to Issa, they were not offered enough money.  I assume that when he said they would be playing (at the same time as the other band), he meant that they were doing their own concert, independent of FESMAN's programming.  I am pretty sure that's not the whole story, so we'll see what else I can dig up.

So, all in all, it was a pretty productive week.  And tomorrow the festival starts!!!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

MERRY RUN-DMC CHRISTMAS!

Matt kindly found this for me and I wanted to share it with all of you!

Merry Christmas,

from Matt and Melissa!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR07r0ZMFb8

Busy, Busy Friday

So last Thursday I decided to walk over to the Festival headquarters office (which is only about 20 minutes from where I live), knock on the door, and force someone to deal with me.  I have been trying the phone call / email route, to no avail.  Freshly determined, I walked over and introduced myself to the secretary.  He was very kind and told me that I could have a meeting with the festival's music director the next morning (Friday) at 10am.  COOL!  With a bit more spring in my step, I treated myself to a falafel sandwich and a virgin mojito (sprite, fresh lime, and fresh mint, with crushed ice - quite refreshing in this heat!).  (I would've preferred a REAL mojito of course, but it wasn't that kind of a joint).   I do this to keep myself going, by the way - little treats and such to reward myself for doing something useful for a change. 

Meanwhile, I had set up two other plans for later the same day.  I would meet up with my friend Lamine Diagne, aka "The Turtle Guy."  Lamine lives in another town but said he'd be in Dakar on Friday, and said he'd call me when he got in so we could get together.
[BACK STORY:  Lamine is someone I met back in May when I was here conducting some preliminary research (at that time I didn't know if I'd be coming back in the fall or not).  At some point I had decided to be a tourist for a day and I went to this turtle rehabilitation sanctuary called "Villages des Tortues," which is a ways outside of Dakar (3 hours by bush taxi).  Lamine is the founder and director of the sanctuary, and he gave me a personal tour of the place, introducing me to each turtle.  Also, the day I visited two new baby turtles had just hatched, and he named one of them after me!  So, now there's a little Melissa the Turtle in the world.  ANYway, he asked what I was doing in Senegal and I told him about my research, and he told me he'd have to introduce me to his friend Balla, a musician who was around for the first festival in 1966 and would remember it.  So he and I visited Balla, who is a Baye Fall (a particular brand of Sufi unique to Senegal - they are easily recognized by their colorful, raggedy clothing and long dreadlocks).  He was excited to learn that I was a saxophonist, and in turn introduced me to one of his best friends, Issa Cissoko, the tenor saxophonist in Orchestra Baobab.  So, to make a long story short, I owe Lamine a LOT!  And he's a super nice guy.]

And the third plan was that I was going to get together with Damien, the American saxophonist I've been playing with, so we could work on Milim tunes.  If I'm really ever going to sub for him, I need to learn their book!

SO.  Friday morning I'm excited to have such a busy day ahead of me.  Normally being busy wouldn't get me so excited, but given how difficult it's been to get much done here, research-wise, so far, I was looking forward to feeling productive for a change!  So I walk over to the Festival office and am invited to have a seat on a couch that's held together by a few threads and some swiss-cheese-holed foam.  Unfortunately, Friday happened to be blisteringly hot, even for here.  My clock/thermometer said it was 95 degrees!!!  It felt even hotter.  So after a few minutes I relocated to an equally sturdy chair that was more directly facing the door and therefore a source of AIR.  I was a veritable sweat fountain.  Now, I had anticipated that I would be kept waiting, as this is par for the course here, so I worked on tweaking my questions for my interview.  After about 45-50 minutes, the secretary tells me that, in fact, I should go over to this cultural center in a different (not close) neighborhood, because the music director should be there rehearsing the National Orchestra, which he directs.  Hmmm.  This only just NOW occurred to him??  OKAAAY.  So I'm told which bus to take, catch it, and trek over to the cultural center.  I fend off an inquiry into my marital status with a well-placed "Bay ma!" (leave me alone!) and duck into the cultural center just in the nick of time.  I inquire about where I can find the director, and am pointed first here, then there, and finally WAY back in this back area.  Now, here I need to interrupt to paint a picture of the scene for you:  First of all, you must keep in mind that on this day, Friday, the festival would be starting in EXACTLY ONE WEEK.  Well, this place was a veritable DISASTER ZONE.  It looked like Hurricane Katrina had hit.  They were in the middle of some massive construction work.  Not little repairs here and there, but major construction which was NOWHERE NEAR being complete.  I couldn't imagine for the life of me how on earth they were going to make this place presentable and functional in one week.  An American accident lawyer would've felt like a kid at Christmas, looking around this wreckage.  In order to walk over to the person I was to meet, I had to step on what looked like still slightly wet cement, piles of rocks, piles of cables and wires, piles of mud,  and piles of leaves and debris.  Somehow I managed not to kill myself (no small feat for this klutz) and met the person I was directed to.  Of course, it turns out this is NOT the person I'm looking for.  But he says he'll try calling him for me.  He tries 3 times, to no avail.  Then he says, "Yeah, I don't know where he is - I haven't seen him all day.  YESTerday he was here til like 9pm, but yeah, today I just don't know where he could be.  Maybe in a meeting or something."  Hmm.  So YESTerday, when the secretary had told me to come BACK a day LATER to meet up with the guy at the office, he was in fact at the cultural center.  TODAY (meaning Friday) when I'm told to GO to the cultural center, he's nowhere to be found.   WELCOME TO RESEARCHING IN AFRICA, FOLKS!!  So, with nothing but a new phone number to show for my efforts, I dejectedly trekked back home in the 95 degree heat.  By the time I got back all I could do was take a shower and collapse in front of the fan. 

After finally recovering somewhat from my energy-sapping, yet unfruitful morning / early afternoon, I decided to practice until I heard from Lamine.  Well, before I know it it's 5pm and I still haven't heard from him.  So I give him a call, he doesn't answer, and I text him a message.  He calls back a few minutes later and says, "Hey!  Yeah, I'm in Nofloye (the village where the sanctuary is).  But I'm going to be in Dakar on MONday - I'll give you a call then, ok?"  WHAT?!?!?!  Did I miss something?  Apparently. 

At this point I'm feeling pretty apathetic about getting anything useful done with my day, but I decide to try Damien once again to see if at least we can get together to rehearse.  I had already left one message, and I left another one.  By 6pm I still hadn't heard anything from him.  At this point I decide that the day is shot anyway and I'm going to screw it and just go watch some movies at the CCF (French Cultural Center).  And that's what I did!  I watched "Tous les matins du monde," about a viola da gamba master from the court of Louis XVI, named Sainte Colombe.  The music was beautiful, and was enough to help me tolerate the fact that it had Gerard Depardieu in it.  Then I watched Madame Bovary and enjoyed watching her super-dramatic death throes (complete with her coughing up blue blood!) at the end. 

So, as you can see, it was a VERY BUSY FRIDAY!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

FINALLY: MAIL!!!

So for those of you who have been wondering what’s up with the mail situation:  I FINALLY GOT SOME MAIL!!!  Thank you SO MUCH to Mom and Dad, Kendra, Spieser, and El Jefe!!  Yesterday I hit the jackpot with 4 letters / cards.  This is because, as it turns out, my mail had been sitting there on a shelf in the mail room this whole time, languishing for who knows how long (but over a week for sure, according to the mailman), because he didn’t know who I was and therefore that my mail was supposed to go to the Public Affairs office (different building) in the Fulbright mail slot.  Instead of inquiring about this he figured that at some point this century, this Reiser lady would probably show up looking for her mail anyway, so meanwhile he’d just leave it on a random shelf to collect dust.  ARGHHH!  So I can’t tell any of you with any accuracy how long it actually took for stuff to get here.  However, the card with the latest postmark was mailed Nov 15, and it was yesterday (Nov 30) that I got everything.  So, I suppose that at it’s fastest it might have taken even less than 2 weeks.  Who knows.  So, now that I’m all tight with the mailman, I should be good to go and you can keep sending the snail-mail love to me without it taking so long for me to get it from now on.  So:  SEND ME THE MAIL LOVE!  SEND ME THE MAIL LOVE!  MAIL LOVE!!  MAIL LOVE!!

Last night I went to hear Tony Allen, the legendary drummer from Fela Kuti's band.  Unfortunately for him, Fela still reigns supreme as the "President" of Afrobeat, even postmortem (this because, besides the fact that he ROCKED,  back in the ‘70s he actually declared himself president of his own country, which consisted of his family compound; the police didn't like this and raided the place.  His mother died from injuries sustained when the police threw her out of a window of the compound during the raid).  So, all of the posters around town have advertised "Tony Allen:  The Vice President of Afrobeat!"  I mean, I suppose this is still a great honor, and there's no question that he is a fabulous drummer and a true Afrobeat legend.  But still, it must be annoying sometimes to always be referred to as the No. 2 guy.  But, maybe he doesn't mind.

So of course the concert was fabulous and the horn section ROCKED and it really made me want to play in an Afrobeat band.  I loved all of their tight section lines, and the solos were great.  The bassist, MAN – also super amazing.  All of them were, really.  And of course Tony Allen was superb.  Oh, and the saxophonist was the spitting image of Isaac Hayes, I swear.  Very cool.  All in all a great concert.  I went with Thomas, my French next-door neighbor, and a friend of his from his same university in Rouen.  We also met another friend of his there, a Korean guy doing volunteer work here who just so happens to have gotten his bachelor's degree from UW-Madison!  So we slipped into English which was quite refreshing. 

Today I had what I learned was to be my last Wolof lesson with Moustapha!  WAH!  But it's good news for him:  he has been offered a government job teaching English in a village in Toubakouta, which is quite far from Dakar.  It is a good post, and will be a better position for him than what he has had here up until now.  So, Karima and I are quite happy for him, but sad to lose our teacher.  He referred us to another teacher, Moutarou, though, whom I met up with earlier this afternoon to discuss arrangements for continuing our lessons next week.

So, for those of you who have been waiting on the edge of your seats for the Wolof contribution to the Heart-Fart Theory, here are your options:

Heart = xol (khol)

Rhymes with...

bol = flour
col (“chol”) = clothes
koll = a big stomach / belly (i.e., a pooch)
lol = very
sol = to put on or to put in
wol = to grind

My personal preference is "koll," because food clearly is a sign of love here.  "Lekkal!  Lekkal!" = "Eat! Eat!"  But I'll leave you to form your own theory...

What other things can I tell you?  Oh, yes, that my husband's name in Wolof means "bedbug."  HAH!

Some other useful words / phrases:

Yoo yi = mosquitoes
Fi bari ay yoo = there are a lot of mosquitoes here!
Yaa ngi lekk sa xales?  = this means "are you having fun?" but literally it means, "Are you eating your money?"  the reasoning being that if you have money to blow you must be having a good time.
If you aren't having any fun, or to be sarcastic, or if you really are broke, you can respond, "xales amul" (I don't have any money) or "xales jeex na" (my money is finished; i.e., I'm broke).

Some greetings among young people:

Numu démé:  how's it going
Nice na:  "nice!"  (i.e., fine)  ALL the young people say “Nice” here.  It’s used kind of like “cool,” or “fine.”  Or “Très nice!” which contains no Wolof, just French (“very”) and English.  This is Dakar-Wolof, and for the young – not what you’d hear in the village or among older people.

To greet elders politely:

As salaamu alekkum:  (Arabic for "Peace be with you")
(Response = Maalekum salam = "and also with you)

Ana waa kër gi?  (how's your family, but literally "where are the people of the house?")
Ñu ngi fi.  (fine, but literally, they're all here.)
So, that’s your Wolof lesson for the day!
 Ba baneen yoon ('til next time)...