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Vieux Farka Toure at the Jazz Winnipeg Festival, Pyramid Cabaret, June 26 2009

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-pics by Duncan McNairnay

(more Winnipeg Jazz Festival coverage here)

they get down
through your skin
through your bones
deep in the marrow
it’s cellular
a rub
and tickle
an abrasion
of movement
of cells
that trickles
through
your raining
dripping
flying
sweat pores

it’s raining outside
and inside

they’re in your cells
an abrasion

a cells
abrasion
Toure is
a celebration

come on
feel it
inside your skin
inside bones
in your spine
shaking you up
bringing you down
to the floor
to the stage
to the place
you need to congregate

and meditate

in the hymn
called
Paradise

this song makes me
move in unaccustomed
ways

in the beginning
there
is beat
drum
heart
slowness of riches
to be unveiled

Fafa
let’s go now
dance now
together
men and women
people
of the congregation
the celebration
of Life

(his voice now)
(strings)
(drums,heart,beats)
(bass)

and we’ll make
with the moves
swaying,rolling,soft,sea,waves
our hips
gliding,sliding,shuffling
our feet
hands and fingers casting
shadow plays
come on now and be joyous
dancing children
we once were
swiveling,bouncing,grinding
our delicious derrieres
to the yum,yum
rhythmic
beats

the rhythm
of meditative
movement

Toure
and band
grooving

Waaaaaaa-lay!

slowly building the foundation
of dancing prayer
until
you don’t know
what’s entered you

so deeply

now perfectly
centered
in your
heart
the guts
and the groin

this, is,

m
u
s
i
c

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this is dance
this is movement
of the people

Ai Haira

feel it in your marrow

go/go/go

the voices
in your soul

Diaraby Magni

in your rubbing cellular
exponentially
divisions

millions to billions
you’re moving

you’re pouring sweat

it’s so hot inside

so rainy out

Innee

it’s wet
and hard
this dance
is easy to lose
one’s self
in the rhythm to
in the movement of
the groove is
sublime, this perfect love

Walaido

where to go
but flowing in
through the rhythmic
expansions
and
contractions
we’re moving in
unison
to the drums
and guitars
the sticks
on half stones

is it a globe?

is this the world/

we’re dancing in.

Wossoubour

if they see you moving

they’ll play for you

just for you

they’ll celebrate you

Cherie Le

dance inside and outside

let yourself go

so many beautiful songs
from the latest CD
Fondo

(gorgeous music and
just like the live show!)

the set:

Paradise
Fafa
Wale
Ai Haira
Diaraby Magni
Innee
Walaido
Wossoubour
Cherie Le

Bij
Awei Womei

these songs
are the prayers
and hymns
for your soul’s
ecstasy

dance for Toure
celebrate
the gift

under the ceiling fans

it’s so hot inside

so wet and rainy and cold outside

let’s dance
to Toure
and band
and become engulfed
in the salt
of your dancer’s soul

let’s move together
pray together
groove together

and play together

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we’re children
when we dance and let go
of our seriousness

smile
we’re at home
in the community
of dancers and players

priests and prayers

there’s a calling

when the music
is

T
o
u
r
e

to the floor

let go,

be free

and feel it

the sweat of it

the love of

Toure
and his magical
band
of traveling players

Pyramid
Jazz Winnipeg
Festival
June 26th

About Eugene Osudar

“born, august 16, 1963. i’m 45, and yes, i’m getting too old for this. bring out the rocking chair. my first concert, november 1978, elvis costello and the attractions. i was 15. their blisteringly brilliant 65 minute set only served somebody to affirm my new direction in the musical parallel universes, new wave punk alternative, oh sanctity oh celebration (!Freedom!) college radio! i’m old, i’m used up and i’m free. i see 50something Full sets of music every month and dance most of them. and when i dance, i mean to say, I Dance and Celebrate, 2/3/4 hours a night. The Gaslight Anthem. The Boss. The Weber Brothers. The Wind Ups. i’ll dance with Los Campesinos. i’ll move to The Long Winters. The Replacements. Husker Du. The Pogues. oh elvis costello, oh Clash! i could go/go/go Gogol Bordello forever. L(eonard) Cohen. come, Dance With Me (Old 97s) wherever you may be, sincerely, eugene
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