Anchoras bring us back / by Cyrus

"Remember you live on my island" --Burning Spear

The schedule has been intense at Raw Music Headquarters, and the pace seems to be taking its toll on the crew. We almost lost a tripod, our main source of food has been peanut butter and avocado, and Angela told me I need to get some sleep before I get back in front of the camera. Shit, I didn't want to LITERALLY turn into Anthony Bourdain...

Under different circumstances, we might all go on a vacation to the beach for the day. But considering we only have a couple weeks left to put this TV show together, we took the next best option--shooting an acoustic roots reggae band comprised of about 7 dedicated rastas in varying states of cosmic consciousness under a huge tree on a kale and ganja farm at the edge of Kisumu. Sight? Seen, ras, seen.

Anchoras (Anchorers but in Kisumu speak) really got it together since we met them last Sunday. Some of the guys farm the surrounding fields during the week, but on Sundays they get a few hours off to jam with their people. 4 guitars, two empty water cans, a metal rattle made of bottle caps, wavering vocal harmonies and the burning green bounty of the land around them propelled the jam. We sat back and watched the group sing conscious roots reggae (roots meaning acoustic based, socially and politically driven music defined by catchy bass and thick vocal harmonies) in the vein of Abyssinians, one of my favorite bands of all time. For a few glorious moments, we all seemed to forget about putting together this show and enjoyed some of the purest music of the trip. Then I noticed fire-ants in one of the camera bags and a little kid drooling on the audio recorder and it was back to work. Pics and video soon....Check the last few posts for more updates from the weekend...