I love Daby Touré sing-a-longs! Do I know the words? No! Does that stop me? No! Do the people around me care? Possibly, but then most of them probably can’t make me out for the rest of the singing anyway! Yeah, baby!
We fought traffic and drove west into a really bright setting sun to see Daby Touré and Skip McDonald play at the Jazz Cafe in London last night. They’ve recently recorded an album together that we really like, but I was hoping Daby Touré would play a lot of solo stuff as well. I wasn’t disappointed as it turned out he played all solo stuff with Skip McDonald on guitar too. Except, I was a little disappointed because I would have liked to have heard them play some of the songs they’ve recently recorded together.
But no matter, the music was great, including audience singbacks. I didn’t know what I was singing, but it was fun and I felt happy. Even though I don’t know the language, I take meaning from how the songs make me feel and I get a sense that the music is full of strong, positive connotations, more than “I had cereal for breakfast today” (even though Crunchy husband thinks he probably goes home thinking, “I can’t believe the crazy stuff we got the audience to sing back to us tonight!”).
The energy on stage was fantastic. There’s Daby Touré jumping up and down, strumming and drumming his guitar while smiling and jogging in place: fluid, enthusiastic, bouncy. Forty-five minutes in, enter Skip McDonald: mysterious, rigid, cool. And together, it works. It’s a little bit yin and yang for music chemistry – everything balanced out for a joyous, harmonious set.
I left happy in my heart, made buoyant by great music (yay “Bibou”!). And by the fact that I snagged myself a little souvenir from the stage after the show. Because I am just that geek.