On Saturday we went to a village where a ‘famous’ group of musicians lived. We sat in a big semi-circle on plastic chairs and they made a great entrance by entering from 3 corners of the field we were in – a new surround sound experience. Their music sounded a bit like that of a very collectivist community, whereby they all played their respective at once, at the expense of any kind of tune. If I were a less respectful and cultured individual I might be tempted to use the word ‘cocoffany’, but alas I can’t spell it.
As the ‘chief’ of the group I was required to come up and do
some African dancing. The trouble was that this particular community had a
traditional dance involving a lot of hip shaking. They can move their hips
amazingly, very fast, in every direction and I can only move hips as though
they are attached to two legs and a back.
At the end I was called up again out of my plastic seat,
this time to receive a gift on behalf of the group. I was given a little
whistle, which looked like a recorder (until it’s taken out of the player’s
mouth and then you can see it has no mouth piece) and is referred to as a
flute. I courteously blew it and made no noise at all.
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