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UPDATE 3:

A few more images from the evolving session / blog post! Just a brief catch up for now, and then there will be a final update next week on Tuesday.

We’ve had a great week in the studio and the first 4 songs we have put down towards Journeys #3 are called:

1. Where the Lovers Go
2. The Great Divide
3. Lets Do This Thing Called Life
4. Red Petrochia Scent

The session has been a very organic one. The second session has always been planned for September. Unlike the first 2 EP’s we are not recording this “in the one session”.

I’ve decided on a different strategy partly out of the fact that I just don’t feel in a rush (in myself), but also on a practical level, Journeys #2 is not released for another month, so there is no pressure.

That said i find it really hard to leave songs unfinished! But the energy built up is quite interesting because it feeds back into the writing. I have a lot written now, and ongoing, and I simply have no idea what songs will end up as the final two tracks on Journeys 3. We’ll see!

However, the planning for the traveling side is now developing in its early stages. A huge amount to do. One clue – going East not West!

It’s been a long week and then finished off with continuing my film work. It’s been a busy month on that side too, shooting the Live DVD for Hamburg, a commercial job for Paypal, the video for the first single for local musician Ben Barritt and now into a series of video’s for Universal’s Elias. Great to have the work, busy times. Making it happen, rolling on. At some stage I’ll will write a blog on the challenge of juggling one’s time – let me know your thoughts on the subject!

Here’s a very low light portrait taken of Elias during the shooting on the Sony A7s – the only photo taken as we were bustling away all evening on the video side!

UPDATE 2:

Just checking in from the studio. Things are rolling very well. There is a dance between money and time – something all independent artists understand. But there is a lot of experience in the studio, with both the musicians and the magically positive energy of Chris Van Niekirk who is producing. Here is a little video clip to give you a sense of the music and vibe. It’s a song called “Where the Lovers Go” – its really a little poem set to music. It is about the idea that “culture shock” is something you don’t experience when you go somewhere – but something you experience when you arrive back home. Something I feel quite deeply when I come back from my journeys expeditions. Anyway – a long way to go – but wanted to give you a sense of how things are developing.

UPDATE 1:

The EP is being produced by dear friend Chris Van Niekirk

Dan had a monster day yesterday on the drums. The joy for me is to play with these guys, and the simple truth is that I could not be as ambitious in the Journeys project with out them. Simply put, the playing is off such a high level & the chemistry so strong, that we can roll fast once we get into the studio. It’s not about the amount of time we are in the studio, but the energy within the time.

We are tracking the basic tracks live as usual. It’s a small but wonderful studio this time. The project is not flush with cash, so we are squeezing up, but none the less we are capturing the feeling of liveness which is at the heart of the Journeys music.

One of the most talented individuals I know, Austria’s Herr Dietrich – graphic designer, fixer, experimental jazz guru and most importantly, local hefeweizen drinking partner

You always feel confident rolling with this man, my anchor, rock and old friend Ben Barritt. Ben has just finished his own solo record -very exciting and sounding great. We are doing a lot of creative exchange at the moment, and I shot the first music video for his new record last week:

I’m really proud of the songs on this EP. It’s just exciting to be in a “continual cycle” of recording and released. It feels like I have finally broken down the strict lines between the writing and recording part of the process and the release and promotion. I like things to be ongoing and continual, and finally I feel in the artistic space I have been pursuing for, I guess 13 years

As we play the songs there is a little glowing globe next to me…I’m picturing how the music will find its way into the world, and what visual identity this will give the songs.

Finally – thank you Lucas for some of these shots. If anyone has any questions about the songs, process or releas plans, please feel free to comment below! Right – back to work – a big day ahead! x Jim

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I wrote a little in my previous post about some of the challenges of managing one´s mind, especially within extreme experience, and the solitariness of solo travel.

Having been through something of a mental wrestle in Dar Es Salaam, I suddenly found myself with a gap in my diary and decided to use it to get a change of scenery. Something I´ve learnt over the last years, is that it is important to allow yourself to get stuck sometimes. But equally, sometimes you have to challenge the space you find yourself in. It´s usually through doing something unknown after all, that you learn a little more about your capacity for self reliance and broaden your understanding of both yourself and the world.

I had heard of a musician who greatly intrigued me living in Bagamoyo called Msafiri Zwose. I had read that he was one of East Africa´s great musicians and decided to try to track him down. Contact was made through Msafiri´s manager and with great kindness an invitation followed, not only to visit Msafiri at his house, but also an evening jam was set up.

I was excited, but also tentative of leaving my surroundings in Dar, which had begun to feel like home. I guess its one of those things, that when you don´t feel completely in control of your mind, you grasp on to familiar things.

My guitar and I had a heart wrenching journey to the bus station in a local “Bajaj” which is motorcycle converted to accommodate passengers. The Bajaj frequently driven by if not kids, then very young men. Like most lads of this age, there is a sense of immortality, or boldness, or dam well devil may care attitude, and the journey was taken half on the wrong side of the road and half swerving just in front of or behind huge trucks who take little heed of these little ant motorcycles on the road.

The advantage of the Bajaj is that it is about half the price of a taxi, dodges the unbelievable congestion of rush hour Dar Es Salaam, and is tremendous fun to boot.

Adventures were just beginning though, and I arrived just in time to be the last passenger on a Dala-dala mini bus heading for Bagamoyo. My neighbour had terrible breath, was of a talkative nature and very entertained by having the company of not just a Mzungu, but a guitar too.

The drive was a couple of hours north and unlike my terrifying experiences as a younger man in Uganda, the driver felt in great control.

In Bagamoyo I stayed at a lovely little lodge called “Funky Squids” which is run by a beautiful lady from Berundi, Arlette, and her husband Sylvain. It was with great sadness that I had to turn down the invitation to play because of my other commitments, but its a great spot which I recommend to anyone – and safe to say, still a secret.

The gig in the evening was was special, not because of the vastness of the crowd – it was a Sunday night – but because everyone there seemed to be a musician. At the end of my set I was joined by players with all types of instruments – from Zezé´s, to Ngomas, bongos to guitars, local “flut“´s to Ndono´s – for a joyously scatter gun version of Kaleidoscopes Collide.

The concert lasted deep into the night, I slept exhausted but content, and then was collected by Msafiri in the morning, who drove me to his house.

I did not know what to suspect. According to Msafiri, Bagamoyo is over a million people, but it is unlike any city I have ever been to. In reality it is a vast village – all dust roads, huts of mud and corrugated iron, ladies wearing beautifully colored and freshly washed local attire, more motorcycles than cars, sleeping dogs, kids playing with sticks, or old tires or just plain chasing little chicks. Completely enchanting, and with trees at ever turn – a city that is as much nature as a city, like some type of utopian co-existence.

Msafiri parked the car and i noticed in the tree in the courtyard (surrounded by well designed, sturdy huts) a fearsome spider´s web with 5 of the hugest spiders – no exaggeration – I have ever seen. Msafiri chuckled when I asked him why he was happy to co-exist with spiders, and he chuckled, telling me they had been there for years and were “part of the family”. Apart from that – he makes his own instruments – and sometimes the spiders are put inside the Kalabash (an organic drum) to eat the insects while it dries.

What ensued was really one of the most special personal and musical experiences of my life. Msafiri´s house isn´t a house, it´s a reflection of a very old African way of living. It is a society of huts, shacks, stye´s, housings, cow-pens, wild trees, farmed land, a music studio and a cemetery for relatives. Between 50-70 family and relatives live in the compound, and each is designated a different area of speciality as part of their contribution. Some of them are fisherman and go out to see on the small vessels to catch the day´s catch for the family. Others are in charge of the livestock. Others in charge of the chickens, keeping the buildings maintained, tending to the farm, collecting vegetables, milking the cows, cooking, instrument building; every task required to run a mini-ecosystem.

I´ve seen a fair few “communes” in my time, but I have never seen one that was actually a living entity that was not “created” but evolved, from the earth up.

Msafiri was very kind and encouraged my interest and enthusiasm. We discussed how one man´s dream is to aspire to a more Western man´s life, while that Western man is simultaneously dreaming of an ecological life. Each is probably unaware of some of the challenges that the other life offers – whether the nucleated living of Western life and its scattered families, or the fear of a drought or a bad harvest which haunts the man of the land.

But most of all, we just enjoyed each others company – two musicians from different worlds, connecting and sharing tales and thoughts.

One thing I noticed as I walked around the sizable compound was how at peace I suddenly found myself. Becoming aware of this – and especially after a few wobbly days in Dar – gave me a sense of well being. I knew that the peace I felt is as a deep a part of me as the wild states of mind I am also prone too – and I felt a sense of deep gratitude to be able to remember this state so soon after my recent low.

It reminded me of the need to keep a sense of the broader reality of one´s life when one is going through a grim patch. In the words of Ben Okri in “A Time for New Dreams”

“It is in difficult times that the great times ahead are dreamt and built, brick b brick, with maturity and the hope that comes from wise action”

From the compound I was invited by Msafiri to watch his band rehearsal.

The room is a hut with with brick walls, bare and imprinted with the gentle sandy hues of time and the sun dried sweat and steam of hours upon hours of musicians sweat. Unlike where I rehearse, there´s no need for soundproofing, no need to lock the door, no need to go underground and isolate yourself from the world. And unlike where I rehearse, it doesn´t sound like a rehearsal. It is formidable, intense, focused, tribal, ancient, instruments, all hand made, and which I have never heard of, droning and toning and compiling rhythm upon rhythm upon one another, texture upon texture, mood upon mood. Upendo the well set female of the group grabs a bongo, places it between her legs and starts shaking, even screaming, pulling rhythms out I don´t even know how to name or describe – but that is besides the point – she has become rhythm herself, as if the deep seat of the earth has opened up and some type of mother spirit, but no, younger and older at the same time, has revealed herself – she is not even her “self” but something other entirely. I am transfixed, ignited and forgetful of myself and just feel part of this rhythm that is older than time, or rather perhaps the very thing that composes time itself. Msafiri is the band leader and the music stems from him, orchestrator, guide and originator, but inclusive rather than dominant, the point at which things begin, continue and then rest.

This is Gogo music, the music of central Tanzania, music I have never heard, the music I have begun Journeys to try to find, witness, experience. And more over I have found it out of the context of my own personal battles. I feel affirmed by the search. The isolation I had felt in Dar – not due to Dar, but my own context – is given shape meaning, radicalized, transformed.

We step into the unknown because it has the power to transform us, because we know we are not complete until the world has tested our reaction to adversity or the challenges it throws up. There is something called discovery and it is something we must never lose, never let slip, give away cheaply. Most of all it is not about discovering things on the outside, though that can be wonderful too. It is about our discovery of ourselves and knowing that if we are willing, new potential is available, new worlds can be found, a deeper self discovered.

Msafiri Zawose is one of the great musicians of East Africa. I don´t know these musicians, I don´t know this music. I know little of its culture or its history. But I say it with absolute authority. Because I know greatness when I see it. I know the highest levels of talent. And when it is married the capacity to allow a stranger into one´s house, then greatness becomes something holy.

In many ways we don´t know the importance of what we give – that it is why it is so wonderful to give. My trip to meet Msafiri Zawose was a re-education into the importance of stepping into the unknown. When you feel unsure, dive in anyway. You can never be sure what life has in store, what helpers or angles await…..or what dam great music for that matter.

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Special thanks to Msafiri and his family, to Tim and Hannah for setting up and to Arlette and Sylvain for the hospitality.

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