Apr 27
In the recording of this song its easy to get distracted by the mysterious Marwar language and loss of rhythm or tone, but being there I didnt notice.
The moon was full and gave more light than the small crackling fire. The sand was warm and endless and a steady breeze blew on my back. We sat in a circle with the guides grouped closely together. Their drums were empty water bottles and cooking oil jugs. They were four including my friend Kamal and the twelve year old Mr. Win.
Even through the off beat drumming and vocals, if you listen, I think you can hear their love for the desert. It shone from them like the moon and the fire that night.
Listen Now! | 4min 44sec, 5.6megs
