afrobeat theology
I had one of those days yesterday, after many smiler days, where it seemed like I lived a week within a day. Meetings and projects accomplished in the morning felt ages old by noon and afternoon meetings, etc. where ancient history by supper. And just when things should have been winding down I got on the boogie bus and headed down to first avenue to catch the Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra, the best “get your freaky butt on the dance floor” live act going today. Within seconds of the first dirty blasts of the Fela-powered-pulse-phunk, my body was rebelling against its normal stayed manner. Stoic limbs that normally bounce lightly were galloping out of control. If this music doesn’t move you – you might be dead. Woof. The stylings of the busy work day disappeared by the end of the first song and brought everything back to puravida. But hell I still can’t believe that it’s only tuesday and not the week-end.