Last night was intense. Golden zurna melodies trickled down my back in swamp tropical heat, djembe picked my feet up and ran away with them, laughing into the infinity with the tinkling santur. My belly remembered how to move my hips so it could play at being the ocean.
Under the full moon, I stood in a circle with Avishai, Gil, Mosh, Udi, Antar, Lior, Amir, Roni and more from the Sheva tour as they prayed for humility on stage and to remember that they are beyond the music, that the music is greater than they are. I had just interviewed them for a story for The Age.
And then I danced until my feet hurt and my heart swelled fit to encompass butterfly-being.
Shalom shel sheket, shalom v’od yom.
And now I’m trying to dredge up some sense of objectivity and logic and write a story?
Sydney folk, you can catch them tonight at the Basement or on Sunday at Selina’s in Coogee. For those who want to join me when I get back, they are playing the Prince Bandroom in Melbourne on the 15th and the 18th of January.