The full movie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTuXveZStUo
From Wikipedia: “Latcho Drom (“safe journey”) is a 1993 French documentary film directed and written by Tony Gatlif. The movie is about the Romani people’s journey from north-west India to Spain, consisting primarily of music. The film was screened in the Un Certain Regard section at the 1993 Cannes Film Festival.”
“The use of music in the film is highly important. Despite the fact that Latcho Drom is a documentary, there are no interviews and none of the dialogue is captioned. Very few of the lyrics are captioned and the whole film relies heavily on the tone of music to portray emotions and the history of the Romani. Music is included from the Romanian Romani group Taraf de Haïdouks, La Caita (Spain), Tchavolo Schmitt and many others.”
A bunch of the You Tube songs I’ve posted in the last week or so are from Godfrey Stephens.
I don’t know why the Raspberries never made it big. This one sort of reminds of “Hot Legs” by Rod Stewart. Ultimate rock & roll!
From Godfrey Stephens. I’m pretty sure I posted this before, but I saw it again last month at Godfrey’s and was struck by the power of the music and imagery. The band is A Tribe Called Red, according to Wikipedia: “…a Canadian electronic music group, who blend instrumental hip hop, reggae, moombahton and dubstep-influenced dance music with elements of First Nations music, particularly vocal chanting and drumming. Based in Ottawa, Ontario, the group consists of three DJs: Ian “DJ NDN” Campeau (of the Nipissing First Nation), Tim “2oolman” Hill (Mohawk, of the Six Nations of the Grand River), and Ehren “Bear Witness” Thomas (of the Cayuga First Nation).…”
I’m over the worst of the pain, recovering from a very robust shoulder operation, listening to my first music in a week. I’ve been putting this operation off for months, so good to be on the uphill side of it. There’s light at the end of this long tunnel.
Going through my old B&W photos, still trying to determine if I have a cohesive book on the ’60s to write. It’s going to take me a week to get through the notes from my 1-month trip.
From my next-door neighbor Chick
