Green and misty on the moor and I’ve a fire going. Taking a leaf out of Sura Susso’s book and singing with a tampura while it rains. I said to Sura last summer how do you deal with the rain here? He laughed and said ‘I stay in and play my kora even more’.
So I’m looking at the ancient stones in the wall as dusk comes in, playing the tampura Voker Kaczinski made me, a beautiful western/indian hybrid, reflecting, dreaming and singing and life feels like I understand it again, just because singing puts me here. In myself.
This is me, Sura and Tomeki Dube (Black Umfolosi)
