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5:12 am January 24, 2008
hi cheb mimou i` like so much man so much please send to me eny sms ....................please mimou ....................
I like the songs and love the accompanying ancient images. There is an image of a standing man with a lion. I didn't see that image for decades. It desappeared completely from my memorie until I watched the video of Cheb Azzedine (4th image!). Anybody else remembers that image on the wall of granma house?
The first time I got to know the difference was quite a long time ago. I was then a student and was appointed as a trainee for a month somewhere south east of Wujda on the border with Algeria. During that training I was based in a village. At that time, that was the second time I went to the region. I was fascinated by the landscape, the vegetation, the dry weather, the colors and the light…
During the weekends, I found nothing to do in the village. No cafees, no friends, nothing. I had missed the sight of women. Yes I had never spent weeks without seeing women and I mean seeing women, nothing more. The females I could see in the streets were all younger than the youngest teenager could be. I missed Rabat, I missed the west...
During the weekends, I found an activity that helped me in breaking the monotony. I used to pick a book, take the first morning bus to Wujda and then to Saadya where I could enjoy the majesty of the Mediterranean see for the weekend. Over the roads, I enjoyed the landscape when I was not reading...
Once, while I was riding the bus to Wujda, I was reading a book when I heard a discreetly a moaning female voice. I raised my head and started searching where the moaning voice came from. One row, two rows, and I saw a woman’s white 7ayek, bright red at the head level. I saw Blood. I lots of blood. I stood up, went close to the veiled woman and asked her what happened to her. She said Chkara! Chkara!. I looked for a Chkara everywhere, I could see no Chkara. I asked "what Chkara,? which Ckhara? where is the Chkara?". Of course I was looking for a Chkara like the dancer's one or like a pupil's or a student's or a teacher's or a lawyer's one, but I could see no Chkara whatsoever... She said "It's there, near your feet". It was not the Chkara I expected to see. It was a sack.
I raised the so called Chkara from the soil and examined it. There were something in it, not the kind of stuff you would expect like potatoes, or grains or cement or…, it was something more like a tool... I then yelled "Dialmen 8ad Chkara? Silence regned... I yelled again "Chkoon Mul 8ad Chkara?" and then a poor guy answered from the front "Mta3i Ana a Sidi". I then asked: "Wach 3andek f8ad Chkara?. He said "Waloo a Sidi, ghir wa7d lgadoom". My God, the guy had a Gadoom (a pick!) in the Chkara that he left on the bus shelve. The bus movement caused the Chkara to fall on the head of the poor woman and seriously wounded her. "That was a scandal" I yelled. I asked the driver to stop at the next Jadarmya stop. Everybody was looking at me. I felt I just landed from Mars or Jupiter. After a while, they asked me to kindly cancel my decision. They didn't want to deal with "Jadarmya". I said if the lady wishes so I would abandon my request, and I asked her what she thinks. She said "It's no problem, no problem, please!". I said "OK, no worries!..." although I could not understand most of what was going on.
I think they're 3bidatt Rma. It's a popular type of music from the eastern central Morocco (Haouz Marrakech, Khribga, Safi, Oued Zem, ...) that is becoming enven more important nowdays, they started competing with Da99a Marrakchya, Chaâbi, Chikhat and other various successful types of music . They're mainly bands made of men with uniforms like the yellow jellabas, turbans, 9andresas, Balghas and Chkaras. The music is based mainly on rythmes (Ta3rijas) and vocals. The Dancing is a usually an imortant part of the performance.
The pack that you wonder what it is, is a Chkara, not the Chkara you know in eastern Morocco and Algeria. In western Morocco, a Chkara is a much smaller bag. It could be a pupil Chkara or the one the dude is carrying around his waist. It's the bag carried by men as part of their normal clothes, a bag where they put all their things: their money, papers, handkerchif, all the stuff they may need in their daily life. Like with a rifle or a sword, the Chkara display is proudly part of the performance.
look like street performers in nice yellow jellabas. I'm curious about the pack that dude was tying around his waist. is that to cushion his bottom in case he falls down, or does it have qraqeb inside so when he shakes it makes noise =)
I agree with you, and I have hesitated initially on putting it as the cover thinking it deserves to be on a chaabi compilation instead. Well, since you were brave enough to mention it, I have some good chaabi music I can put together eventually.
the couple here look tres algerois. very pretty karakou she's wearing. sttif is a tough place, and it's people very strong. their music is very tasteful, their dances too. i remember we passed through sttif very early one morning on our way to qsantina. we stopped at a small hotel café and had the most amazing croissants of my life. outside it was cold, gray and foggy. a man walked past hooded in a huge thick gray burnous, his face completely invisible. the streets were quiet, the tall eucalyptus trees silent sentries in the early light. we drove on, the high plateau calling us eastward...
Yeah I know exactly what you're talking about. It is that effect that started the butchering of rai. These collections are just the stuff from 2007 and what's been playing all throughout the summer. There are some good pieces without that sinful effect,, check for example track 1, Abbass, and track 13 Reda. And yes I agree Rai from SETIF is one of the best music of Algeria. Their music tends to have a cheerful fast beat.
Love the collection of songs. But I still have some criticism, I hope you don't mind.
1- the thing they do with their voice is too much. You know how they tweak their voice electronically, kind of makes them sound like robots. It's overkill. Why not leave their natural voices? Hiding something, maybe? They do that a lot in new reggae songs, but mostly because their vocals are sourly lacking
2- You need to add Cheb Mimoun in there. He might be a little old school, but that guy defined Rai in Wujda.
That being said, song 15, Twahasht Bladi, is the best. I love it. Very beautfily collection of rythms.