It was a clear, cool day in October last year when I hoiked my six-month pregnant belly up a gazillion steps to Cuevas de Sacromonte, a kind of open-air museum in the old gypsy quarter of Granada, to film my first ever music video (I mean a proper video, not just something recorded on an iPod while the baby was asleep. Although those are cool too.)
The percussionist, Muhammad Domínguez, and I had performed this song months before with almost no preparation, and we hadn’t rehearsed it at all until that morning, but it all came good on the fifth take. He’s a pro alright!
Props to my awesome brother Zakariyya Whiteman for filming, directing and editing and Pablo Garcia Lastra for the sound recording and mastering, as well as my parents for babysitting, Mounzer Sarraf of The Great Game for very kindly loaning me the electroacoustic guitar, and last but definitely not least, my wonderful husband for accompanying me and keeping cool so I didn’t have a diva strop. Not that I would or anything. Ahem.
Inshallah it’ll be the first of many more…and if I can get together the energy for a crowdfunding campaign to make an album you’ll be the first to hear about it!
It might be strange, after all these words on a screen, for readers to hear a song I sing…but here it is. I can’t be bothered to build separate blogs for music, essays, AND poetry, and in any case, aren’t they all just sister streams of the same outflow? This is a song I wrote many years ago but performed at the newly dubbed Hackney Wick Dhikr Jam Space, on the 12th of August this year. Images used courtesy of Lateefa Spiker (see http://www.lateefaspiker.com and http://www.facebook.com/lateefaspikerart for more info on her mesmerising paintings). All rights reserved both on the music and the artwork. Recording made by Peter Gould (www.facebook.com/petergouldart) – used with kind permission. This is just the kind of recording I love – all the incidental noises, laughter, murmurs, there was even someone washing dishes in the background though I think that escaped the mic. Somehow it captures the atmosphere of a beautiful night, better than any studio recording could. Find somewhere to lie on some grass and close your eyes to the sun, lay back and enjoy.