Feeling somewhat travel weary and itching to get back to London and get started with The London Jukebox proper, more so since we have signed up the first gig, Tamikrest (more on that later), I chose to spend the next ten days in one place, Santiago de Chile, to recuperate, to do the necessary for the Tamikrest event, and to gather my thoughts around how to get The London Jukebox off the ground.
From a country with a huge joy de vivre, Brazil, I found myself dealing with various forms of, well, el muerte in Argentina. One of my first stopping points on the Buenos Aires tourist trail was La Catedral which houses the tomb of that other great liberator of South America, San Martin, who freed Argentina, Chile and, with Bolivar, Peru from colonial rule.
I’m going to quote my friend Randy (aka Sparrow) who said that despite the hardships and the social and political upheavals that the people of Brazil have faced over several centuries, their music keeps going, or is it because of? In that sense, and also in the sense that day or night, Monday to Sunday, the music does not stop. But more about Sparrow and the music a little later. First, my experience on entering Brazil.
The Uru people were a boat living nomadic people that roamed Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world that uniquely straddles Peru and Bolivia. They did so to avoid being herded off as slaves by the Incas. Since the last 30 or so years they have morphed into living on floating islands made entirely of reefs, and now make a living by producing handicrafts for tourists, offering homestays on these unique islands, and bartering for most of their daily needs.
Peru, land of majestic undulating mountains, mysterious lines from the Nasca era, plunging canyons, active volcanoes, condors in air currents, dry arid coastal desert, stunning colonial cathedrals and of course Cusco and Machu Pichu, the crowning glory of the Inca empire.