The music's over.
Like the rest of the world, I've watched the escalating violence in Kenya with horror. While I can't bear to see the terrible images of machete-wielding mobs, I was fascinated by this footage of gorgeous Kenyan reporter Zain Verjee getting struck by a tear gas canister yesterday.
I have yet to visit Africa, but the shimmering pop music from Nairobi makes me feel an affinity for the place. This compilation has long been one of my go-to discs when I need a sudden jolt of infectious joy. The informative liner notes detail the tribal connections of the O.K.B. Stars, but I feel that getting into that area would only reinforce the seemingly petty infighting instigated by the lack of institutional integrity.
Let's hope for the best.
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I've been digging Jason Crest and the dozens of other '60s psychedelic rock bands that now stream their forgotten music at MySpace. These groovy guys seem like a wackier version of the Moody Blues.
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Kansas City Click: It's unlikely that many people will make the slippery drive to Knuckleheads to catch Hamilton Loomis tonight, but it's almost certain to be a great time.
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