gargando mon beau village

The first rains were falling outside Timbouctou. A cold wind carried the bruised clouds over the river and the waving grasses, dampening the scorched ocher of red earth. I remember hearing about Abba, listening to a muffled cassette in Nema,…

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analog praise

context: The sun has set by 8:00pm, the hour of sundown rarely changing this close to the equator, and the paved streets are bumper to bumper after evening salah -- rusty Mercedes and aged Peugots, held together with wire and…

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everything is remix

The headquarters of Maadeny CD are in a tiny store along car choked road just next to the capital. In appearances, it's hardly different from any of the other "standards" throughout the city -- closet sized boutiques selling cassettes and…

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the importance of a skypager.

Music from Saharan Cellphones Vol. 2 -- more of the same, if not an increased selection of sounds from Mauritania (referred to as "Jagwa" collectively east of Shinqit). Again, all mp3s collected in the town of Kidal, the quintessential desert…

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