Whenever I see an image like this, I think of Saharan rock band Tinariwen, who live part of the year nomadically out in the desert, part of their Tuareg and family’s tradition since times lost to memory, even though they do have permanent addresses in… I think it’s Algeria.
Picture being out in the deep desert of Algeria, Mali, Tunisia, and/or Morocco. Your spacious and cozy family tents are pitched, you might stay at that spot for days, weeks, or maybe even months, far away from civilization, far away from even the nearest village, let alone city. No artificial light anywhere on the horizon.
You walk outside at night, to the sound of a gentle breeze blowing across the desert. The sky is exploding with thousands of stars in the crisp, dry desert air.
Carrying your guitar and maybe a portable, battery-operated amp, you find your spot a bit away from camp, and in magnificent solitude you strum, experiment with chords, come up with new music. Night after night after night.
Whenever I see an image like this, I think of Saharan rock band Tinariwen, who live part of the year nomadically out in the desert, part of their Tuareg and family’s tradition since times lost to memory, even though they do have permanent addresses in… I think it’s Algeria.
Picture being out in the deep desert of Algeria, Mali, Tunisia, and/or Morocco. Your spacious and cozy family tents are pitched, you might stay at that spot for days, weeks, or maybe even months, far away from civilization, far away from even the nearest village, let alone city. No artificial light anywhere on the horizon.
You walk outside at night, to the sound of a gentle breeze blowing across the desert. The sky is exploding with thousands of stars in the crisp, dry desert air.
Carrying your guitar and maybe a portable, battery-operated amp, you find your spot a bit away from camp, and in magnificent solitude you strum, experiment with chords, come up with new music. Night after night after night.
I love Tinariwen. Amazing band.