I’ve written before about music in my life (see Music and Silence from 2015) and it continues to be a constant strand, with the same mix of nostalgia and novelty. I still play djembe with a local group but spent a weekend taking my learning a bit further with Iya Sako in Yorkshire in late August. Wind and rain meant most playing was within the dim shelter of a roundhouse but on the Saturday night we sang around a crackling fire of tree limbs.
Although I had brought my guitar along I wasn’t quite brave enough to sing on my own, but I did enjoy singing Knocking on Heaven’s Door with Gemma.
Bob Dylan Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
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