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| On
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| Rupert
at the WOMAD |
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Deuxieme Partie (II)
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can’t deny that the atmosphere was intoxicating and I will not say that
I was a passive observer as the curious melange from France pounded the
captive crowd with their unique blend of Arabic melodies, Afro-Cuban rhythm,
French chanson, and Bohemian influence. One moment the music would rush
away as if it were going somewhere in a hurry and the audience would be
left gasping for air. Then Lo’Jo would just switch to something utterly
haunting as the beautiful Yamina broke out her saxophone or Bourreau,
caught in a world of his own, drew out elegant melodies on his violin.
In a way, Lo’Jo didn’t just play their instruments. They played the crowd
as well. They fiddled over the heartstrings and thumped out complex rhythms
on the chests of the throng before them and, when they finally took the
bow at the end of their session, Rupert was screaming at the top of his
voice for more… of Lo'Jo and (naturally) of Yamina. Yummylicious. Yummy
Yamina.
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