If you are, as I was until recently, unfamiliar with Angelique Kidjo’s music, you’re in for a treat. I Kidjo not. (And as penance for that attempt at humor, I will now listen to a full day of Celine Dion.)
A few years ago, I ran into a guy who looked kind of familiar from college. It turns out we were in the same program, graduated the same year—and had never actually met. I was also at the same school at the same time as Mary Chapin Carpenter, and I never met her, either. In other words: Clearly I wasn’t paying a lot of attention when I was at school.
The problem with being a music junkie blogger is that you read that Vieux Farka Touré, son of Ali Farka Touré, is coming to town, and you think, “Hmmm. I should really do a post on Ali Farka Touré.” And then you get this far and you realize, “Hmmm. I don’t have a thing to say about Ali Farka Touré.”
Actual conversation that led to this post:
“You should do a post on Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.”
“You mean Ali Akbar Khan?”
“No. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.”
“Wait. Those are two different people?”
In round 2 I will do a fair amount of apologizing for acts I can’t believe I left out of round 1. And with that in mind … Alberta Hunter.