It can be hard, sometimes, to know what to say to Richard when you meet him casually. I work at a standing work station and one time he walked by and asked me what the deal was and why I was standing up. I began to explain to him about reports of ill effects of sitting all day long when I realized I was telling a guy who dodges bullets and bombs for a living about the perils of restricted bloodflow to my butt. Ug.
But thankfully the other day when we arrived at the same elevator at the same time I had something more relevant to share. I told him what I’d been reading about Mali and the musicians there.
Oh yeah, he said, the music in Mali is great. It’s where American blues came from. You should check out Ali Farka Touré, they call him the African John Lee Hooker. He’s very famous.
We parted ways in the building lobby and I pulled a scrap of paper out of my pocket and wrote “Ali Forkature.” Luckily, Google knew who I was looking for.
And it turns out they really do call Touré “the African John Lee Hooker,” literally. And he really is famous. And Malian music really is seen as the forebear of American blues.
Ali Farka Touré died in 2006, so if you were Googling the musicians who participated in that song a couple of weeks ago, you wouldn’t have found his name. One name you would have found, though, is Khaira Arby (more).
Described as the grand dame of Malian music and nicknamed “the Nightingale of the North,” Arby fled Timbuktu when she was threatened by the Islamic extremists who had been taking over the northern towns in Mali and are presently being pushed out by French and Malian forces.









