Dancing the ‘Conga line’, inspired by the vibe of the present, the environmental setting, the soul’s emotions, we experience a unique enlightening only music can deliver.
The line has no script as it winds itself around at leisure, so does the line of life. Music forms the catalyst which keeps the line flowing and pausing in some of the most exotic places.
Drifting into history, a few of us are working in the fields of the Jordan Valley in Israel, listening to George Harrison’s ‘My Sweet Lord’ on the radio, riding a ‘natural high’.
In the evening we ‘hang loose’ drinking beer with the soldiers, ‘flying high’ to Pink Floyd’s ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ as we watch the full moon rise peacefully over the River Jordan.
The nights the moon does not show its face, we indulge on ‘Arak’, singing, playing the guitar and of course, my ‘Hohner Blues Harp’ harmonica that everyone hates with a passion.