Happenstance. Last week while in New York I caught a short ride with a West African cab driver in Brooklyn. Upon entry there was music. "What is this?" I asked. "It's African - Bembeya Jazz National. 1970's. West coast." And while the name was familiar, via a compilation, the sounds were not.
Originally from the Ivory Coast, the driver had been in the states two years, and in his thick patois began to recommend artist after artist, album after . . .
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