tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38167359020547552024-03-27T07:38:08.706+01:00Lola Vandaagongeregelde verzameling geluidLolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.comBlogger452125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-54184224357939050752024-02-04T21:21:00.002+01:002024-02-04T21:21:17.179+01:00 Tongues of metal (Lola's Accordeon favo's 1 )<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzaM2ICVSljUDbHDvsE80TLyM_WerN8tAwN7PUorv4BQLqBIzz9cI-H0sG7VKn5XcNSYzRUB-SCRvfh_9PGe1nkZjww26mKpLB0VjLdgC2YykwfRH3gcPVzf2MTmDpS7I40-NvHy-dXnLjLMQ768fCrTqiXxXvIaXbc8hl9k-38gWz7G0iFDup8LxJtQ/s424/harp-vs-accordeon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="359" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzaM2ICVSljUDbHDvsE80TLyM_WerN8tAwN7PUorv4BQLqBIzz9cI-H0sG7VKn5XcNSYzRUB-SCRvfh_9PGe1nkZjww26mKpLB0VjLdgC2YykwfRH3gcPVzf2MTmDpS7I40-NvHy-dXnLjLMQ768fCrTqiXxXvIaXbc8hl9k-38gWz7G0iFDup8LxJtQ/w542-h640/harp-vs-accordeon.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcLMMQKL88rmQUzeJV6O95O9nWXChNUlbgpwQYm__eA16l9IZewMC0qWBZe-ZHSPycj0Xa-7dHZ0NVsQLwoEU9NXQ7C7fC-P6jvbh-3ZQhS3wuSnPrD9-5LN4xk0dOYCI53bjL9HeMJ3YJQK5ppZY2FJS7Dr7VpNHZrq7BwbRx94n5bYEX2mtm1UwmA/s800/gal-895030.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="800" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcLMMQKL88rmQUzeJV6O95O9nWXChNUlbgpwQYm__eA16l9IZewMC0qWBZe-ZHSPycj0Xa-7dHZ0NVsQLwoEU9NXQ7C7fC-P6jvbh-3ZQhS3wuSnPrD9-5LN4xk0dOYCI53bjL9HeMJ3YJQK5ppZY2FJS7Dr7VpNHZrq7BwbRx94n5bYEX2mtm1UwmA/s320/gal-895030.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Hi everybody<p></p><p>This body is still alive. To get the mojo's working i fresent to you some of Lola's Accordeon favorites.</p><p>You can download them from mediafire or from the wonderfull Archive.org<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zo8PUUar_v4Ek3bK5Iey5ZVkwv69wWRvA0q2cZ5_DOPUGbmZjphXqJMvaQQW9i6b5Nqv_bdpD2YyL5rg3KE5-uo0Cflp3AqCmSgtHzKTQUUNn_2X5q0Y-EkkRJFj_-6ofmKUJGOwoGX-HiLuu9j6iZo11fFNpUV0MXcVr62q2ui2yLjSS1-hAD4FXg/s225/accordeonplayer%20with%20attitude.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zo8PUUar_v4Ek3bK5Iey5ZVkwv69wWRvA0q2cZ5_DOPUGbmZjphXqJMvaQQW9i6b5Nqv_bdpD2YyL5rg3KE5-uo0Cflp3AqCmSgtHzKTQUUNn_2X5q0Y-EkkRJFj_-6ofmKUJGOwoGX-HiLuu9j6iZo11fFNpUV0MXcVr62q2ui2yLjSS1-hAD4FXg/s1600/accordeonplayer%20with%20attitude.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/7uw5zq95dnxwrer/Lola's+accordeon+favo's+1.zip/file" target="_blank">Lola's Accordeon favos 1</a></p><p><br />Hoi iedereen, vandaag een luchtrijk kadootje: ruim een uur genotvolle klanken vol accordeon, trekzak en andere tongen van metaal<br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="60" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/lolas-accordeon-favs-1" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-54328304599094639552023-08-18T23:35:00.005+02:002023-08-19T17:17:59.542+02:00Best Radio (Ethiopia & Guinee Conacry)<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMH-k1qHrmzJ7TmAkDRgLjiuj8ZX_MiwCHg2SgueXz10ncj8w8WGLpYJh20OfnXyo-ic1bLXBFfyM_H05B4XXqSQ48uoPDYGAgdBJmOqOHWUpFSveFunBcBf9uUA7e4zD2SbzrJGCO_v7DJOtSX1kD1VzJptYpQJ6qTgFOdO-3DzQNGVc5lnF_Tv5yA/s561/radio-stamp.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="561" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMH-k1qHrmzJ7TmAkDRgLjiuj8ZX_MiwCHg2SgueXz10ncj8w8WGLpYJh20OfnXyo-ic1bLXBFfyM_H05B4XXqSQ48uoPDYGAgdBJmOqOHWUpFSveFunBcBf9uUA7e4zD2SbzrJGCO_v7DJOtSX1kD1VzJptYpQJ6qTgFOdO-3DzQNGVc5lnF_Tv5yA/w640-h476/radio-stamp.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> The lowland swamp airwaves are filled with radio stations. Unfortunatly all filled with music i really don't like. To me they all sound the same: middle of the road music alternating with commercials and national headlines. Even National Radio really has lost it's wit. There are around 8 national stations, only one with spoken word. The rest is filled with trivial songs and sounds. Why spill good tax payers money on commercial tunes? Even the spoken word department (radio 1- news and sports)) is getting thinner and thinner, like a skeleton that falls apart. No more documentaries, no more radio drama, just national news, too much sports, silly games and yes, ofcourse, boring music. So now you know why i have a small collection with foreign radio.</p><p>Today i share with you some excellent radio, recorded locally on cassettes. Not by me, though. The Ethiopian radio is recorded by the late Haj Rozenboom and RTG is recorded by Joris Oldewelt, who is still evry much alive. Elsewhere on this blog you can find more of their recordings.<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/j13k0avk6cxd8ba/RTG-10-a-46'32.mp3/file" target="_blank">RTG 10 side A</a> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/9xbik2xvtikrikr/RTG-10-b-45'28.mp3/file" target="_blank">RTG 10 side B</a> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/je8on2c6a9ccngm/Ethio-muzak+klets-radio-50''49.mp3/file" target="_blank">Radio Ethiopie</a> <br /></p><p>
</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="60" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/5April2012EthioSounds" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p> Zelf ben ik niet zo van muziek op de radio. In ons kikkerland is dat niet veel soeps, tenminste voor iemand met een smaak als de mijne. Gelukkig heb ik zelf genoeg om te beluisteren, maar soms kijk of liever luister ik met afgunst naar de radiostations van elderse oorden. Neem vandaags aanbod: radiotapes opgenomen op locatie. Niet door mij, apropos, maar door Haj Rozenboom (Ethio) en Joris Oldewelt (RTG) Van beider hand is meer te vinden op dit blog. Veel luisterplezier!<br /></p>
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<p>My first African record was <i><b>Fela Kuti</b>.</i> <i>International Thief Thief.</i> <b><i>Fantastic Tchico</i></b> my second. Some <b><i>SLP</i>'</b>s followed. But soon after that, i discovered the <b><i>Musicaphon Bärenreiter </i></b>collection with the best souvenirs from <b><i>the first biennale of Arts and Culture for the Young </i></b>(a festival that took place in the year 1970).</p><p>Now, almost 40 years later i still know every note that is played on this record, so often i have spinned it. ("Bourdounez le tamtam! -<i>pakkepak toempetoem.</i>.."). This series is so great that i doubt that i am the first one to post this fine album on line. But hé, maybe you missed it the last time.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/b742o4pen3xbkeq/Orchestre+Regional+de+Kayes+-+1970.zip/file" target="_blank">Orchestre Regional de Kayes</a> </p><p>Bijna de helft van mijn exotisch vinyl is afkomstig uit de schappen van tweedehands platenwinkel <i>Concerto</i> in Amsterdam. Het beste kon je er vaak langs, want je wist nooit wanneer welke edelstenen zich waar in de plartenbakken zouden manifesteerden. Soms had je geluk, vaker had je pech. Nu lagen er onder de platenbakken ook stapels hoezen met inhoud. Maar die waren strikt verboden. Afblijven! Die moesten nog uitgezocht worden. Of zoiets. Maar ja, die verleiding is moeilijk te weerstaan, vooral voor het wat fanatiekere deel van de klandizie. De eigenaar kreeg daar zo de pest over in, dat ie stiekem scheermesjes verborg in de binnenhoezen. Dat zal je leren! Schuld en boete, wat u zegt. <br /></p><p>De plaat van vandaag heb ik eerlijk op mijn beurt uit de openbare handelsvoorraad geplukt en tjonge jonge, wat heb ik er van genoten, al die vele jaren. En nu nog steeds. Beoordeel zelf of je dat terecht vind...<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgwUtPeae5TGxIhtbUFawgFa3TFws9ZiK3nm5eYGWWtHrUaTNmR2AUINBiTgrwo_L_nSPea0CNnRFT9mht2Ip4FuSAQUDnQbmTecqNVF7pHkMO56CXPR4BTZCgMCVPEf4M2ycOO4eXxsYbnLa-J5WvYKLe_0ZU_n6XtacA_RXIjHCyt6SF19LpYVEUA/s4096/Schermafbeelding%202023-07-20%20om%2016.32.23.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgwUtPeae5TGxIhtbUFawgFa3TFws9ZiK3nm5eYGWWtHrUaTNmR2AUINBiTgrwo_L_nSPea0CNnRFT9mht2Ip4FuSAQUDnQbmTecqNVF7pHkMO56CXPR4BTZCgMCVPEf4M2ycOO4eXxsYbnLa-J5WvYKLe_0ZU_n6XtacA_RXIjHCyt6SF19LpYVEUA/w640-h402/Schermafbeelding%202023-07-20%20om%2016.32.23.png" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p>
LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-15143886964803858572023-07-19T22:59:00.010+02:002023-07-22T19:15:26.158+02:00My African role models - Le Super Djatta Band de Bamako (Mali)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpKyJRkA8pGY7rrtJM2Bkz7Xa67IjUrn1g18GCQXYyQSOcWVQhaNhl47CWssG-_WGL9LXzYtq7waEx-2qw-hm_Bv2gquVubQhEZfdrAW3TYvXXqmV_JvDRY9U9TeZzdfaPk16haFVX97ktKoLY6crmc_XEd7Cu_TWdHtzHuvZIj2ZLh2vEfCvfcj8Ig/s480/SuperDjatta%20-%20Malinowoula.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpKyJRkA8pGY7rrtJM2Bkz7Xa67IjUrn1g18GCQXYyQSOcWVQhaNhl47CWssG-_WGL9LXzYtq7waEx-2qw-hm_Bv2gquVubQhEZfdrAW3TYvXXqmV_JvDRY9U9TeZzdfaPk16haFVX97ktKoLY6crmc_XEd7Cu_TWdHtzHuvZIj2ZLh2vEfCvfcj8Ig/w640-h480/SuperDjatta%20-%20Malinowoula.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>I<span style="font-family: georgia;">n the centre of Amsterdam, close to Leidseplein, lies a former milk factory that, in the late sixties, had been reshaped in a cultural hotspot for the young of heart: de Melkweg (the Milky Way) it was called. It's only a 3 minute walk from Paradiso, a former church (next to a former prison), also changed into a culture annex music temple. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">In these two buildings (and ofcourse during the African Music Festivals in Hertme) i have seen many many legends of African music. Mid '80's, begin '90's all the great music stars from mother Africa visited these cold lowland swamps. Franco, Sunny Ade, Mlimani Park Orchestra, Fela Kuti, Bembeya Jazz, Etoile de Dakar, Ebenaezer Obey, Zaiko Langa Langa, the list is too long for even dreaming of naming them all. Every month one could enjoy new sounds.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>One</i> name i will add to this short list of African glory: <b><i>Le Super Djatta Band de Bamako</i></b>. I saw them in concert in the Milky Way. It was mind blowing. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">The same afternoon, before the concert, i joined a journalist of the small magazine 'Africa Cultural'. We entered a hotel room where the band and some others were biding their time until their gig that evening. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">What i remember most of that encounter is the<span class="text"> vicarious shame</span> i felt when the female newshawk asked the amazing guitarist Zani Diabate: "Who are your Western role models?".</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_TPNUR3QwCnvfGJ_2Da9KruFALlPRBY1dRNAR68m1CdGY7zrrSDc365dpYxiu-6ygA75R5HPrGsrcuTtvts7o14aHN8txYdIltYx7fdFzVa8Uy9Dn-WQXx2s0mbfc4sx8Uptbq_yeI7Rx_Uk7YlG14DElLpzjM26Xp3axap1odAzgC13h6i3H5xvyA/s480/R-1865939-1301686208.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_TPNUR3QwCnvfGJ_2Da9KruFALlPRBY1dRNAR68m1CdGY7zrrSDc365dpYxiu-6ygA75R5HPrGsrcuTtvts7o14aHN8txYdIltYx7fdFzVa8Uy9Dn-WQXx2s0mbfc4sx8Uptbq_yeI7Rx_Uk7YlG14DElLpzjM26Xp3axap1odAzgC13h6i3H5xvyA/s320/R-1865939-1301686208.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">On top of that Milky Way concert experience, i also visited Bamako once, in 1996. Twice actually, but it was during the same trip. So i know where they came from, so to say. I heard their music played on the Radio Television National du Mali (elsewhere in this blog). Their music gave and gives me <i><b>spunk</b></i>! So download this stuff and get energized...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have no recollection of where and when i bought this tape you can download today. It looked legit, printed and all, but came without cover. So the artwork today is 'rausched' from the net.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">More Super Djatta you can find in Stefans superb blog <a href="https://wrldsrv.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">"Worldservice"</a>, i am sure.<br /></span></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/vt56x29klnvoeri/Le_Super_Djatta_de_Bamako_vol__2.zip/file" style="font-family: georgia;" target="_blank">Le Super Djatta de Bamako vol 2</a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Voor mij een van de beste concerten ooit: <b><i>Super Djatta</i></b> live in de Melkweg. Ergens halverwege de jaren '80. Wat een gouden tijd was dat. Alle groten der Afrikaanse aarde kwamen hier naar kikkerland om ons onder te dompelen in klanken die (wat mij betreft) heel de Nederlandse en Angelsaksiche popcultuur naar een verre achtergrond verdreef. Ik herinner me Djatta's opzwepende muziek, de vliegensvlugge vingertjes van Zani Diabate, de rauwe stemmen van Flani Sangare en Alou Fane en vooral de dansende meute. En midden in al dat gedein en gehos en gedans en gezweet, stond 1 meneer stokstijf te kijken. Schoenmaat 48. Hij bewoog geen spier, ik vraag me af of zijn ogen knipperden. Maar ja, toch stond ie daar, midden op de dansvloer. Dus hij zal er toch van genoten hebben, schat ik. Want na de pauze stond ie er nog steeds. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ik heb het niet gechecked, maar heel misschien staat ie er nu nog...</span><br /></p><p></p>
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LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-36908857420264302052023-07-18T13:59:00.005+02:002023-07-20T10:17:10.469+02:00Yusuf Umar live at party (Iraq)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzfN0XHX3XU/Xyl3ZQCe_WI/AAAAAAAAFFA/RUvFN1qV1CwaWq9oJVBlX09wII2yiKB_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s480/Yusuf_Omar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzfN0XHX3XU/Xyl3ZQCe_WI/AAAAAAAAFFA/RUvFN1qV1CwaWq9oJVBlX09wII2yiKB_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w540-h360/Yusuf_Omar.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Once i have tried to enter Iraq. 1982 i think it was. </div><div>At home in Amsterdam i had a friend who escaped the murderous regime of Sadam Hussein, but his fathet at that time still lived in Bagdad. And i was in Damascus, capital of Syria. I came from Thailand, had a stop-over in Amman and thought: lets try to visit my friend's father. Amman at that time was very uneventful, so i took a bus to Dimashq. It was cold. Very cold, especially for someone who came from Siam, without coat. On the bus i met a German architect who worked in Damascus. I remember we walked he streets at night, while he was singing 'the Horst Wessel song' and other outdated German songs from a very dark past era. He was a fine fellow, but his father used to be a nazi. That's how he knew all this music. In the same bus we met a Palestinian, who said that the Nazi's had killed enough Jews. I protested, in vain. I guess that's what happens when a people without land are placed in a land without people, with people. But now we are drifting to another part of the Arab world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not long ago i found a record of an Iraqi singer on a fine blog i follow<br /></div><div><a href="https://oriental-traditional-music.blogspot.com/2017/07/iraq-makamat-par-lensemble-al-tchalghi.html" target="_blank">Yusuf Umar -</a> the oriental traditional music blog (click the link to get there)<br /></div><div> I have my own copy of this record, but had not digitalized it (yet?), so thank you Tawfiq!</div><div> </div><div>Then i realised i have copied many tapes from my Iraqese friend, some among them indeed of the great Yusuf Omar. Today i offer you a live recording <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/xhz4iust6l2lvh7/Yusuf_Omar_-k7_-live_in_Iraq.zip/file" target="_blank">Yusuf Omar - live in Iraq - tape</a><br /></div><div><br />
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</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRDuoy3EofY/Xyl39ibbPuI/AAAAAAAAFFI/x2GI4kYb2-8vpfKcSMB4ha0dfsutnjLTACLcBGAsYHQ/s600/yusufomar_0.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="425" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRDuoy3EofY/Xyl39ibbPuI/AAAAAAAAFFI/x2GI4kYb2-8vpfKcSMB4ha0dfsutnjLTACLcBGAsYHQ/w272-h384/yusufomar_0.jpg" width="272" /></a>Vandaag breng ik jullie een KZ van de beroemde Irakese zanger Yusuf Omar. Geboren in het roerige jaar 1918 en gestorven in 1986. Toen had ik al bandjes van 'm! Via eenvriend die als Koerd het zwijnenregiem van Sadam Hussayn ontvluchtte, begin jaren '80 van die eeuw. </div><div><br /></div><div>Die vriend is zo slim en intelligent, dat om snel Nederlands te leren, zat ie met een kladblok voor de tv en noteerde dan de woorden die hij niet begreep. Zo vroeg hij me een keer nadat ie de Amerikaanse oil-soap <i><b>Dalles</b></i> had gezien (je weet nog? Met die gemene JR, die suffie Bobby en neef Ray, met zijn slechte zaad), afijn, na die ene aflevering vroeg hij: Zeg, Gerrit, wat betekenen 'Oliebaronnenbal?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Het klassiek Arabische genre dat Yusuf bezingt is de <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iraqi_maqam" target="_blank">maqam</a>. Waarvan akte.<br /></div>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-9293292022263173152023-07-16T19:25:00.003+02:002023-07-20T10:24:28.812+02:00Free Willy - Songs of the land in China <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90RR7Y454kDtY2xUtHfGG77pz4Dib1DKm4xLDSrc7PFDH3_3PK7R02GhArEbJx9iiR4vK3OJWyTAfYU3t6XBhtPjoqiYvlO_tY58OhL_MNZD9zSBqGcFM0TVbsel0a7yrqLay8AX24LZP_qv_64Kbre6W6mr31d_mXdR14oc2fT8oyEucnE6xpXWiKA/s225/Songs%20of%20the%20land%20in%20China.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="225" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90RR7Y454kDtY2xUtHfGG77pz4Dib1DKm4xLDSrc7PFDH3_3PK7R02GhArEbJx9iiR4vK3OJWyTAfYU3t6XBhtPjoqiYvlO_tY58OhL_MNZD9zSBqGcFM0TVbsel0a7yrqLay8AX24LZP_qv_64Kbre6W6mr31d_mXdR14oc2fT8oyEucnE6xpXWiKA/w320-h292/Songs%20of%20the%20land%20in%20China.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> In China there is a psychological epidemic called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koro_(disease)" target="_blank">'<b><i>Koro</i></b>'.</a> The patient is in fear that his penus is shrinking and shrinking to finally disappear at all. And a certain death will follow. It seems that every odd 20 years hundreds of thousands of young Chinese men are affected by this psychiatric syndrome. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(San Franscisco Chronicle 12 december 1986)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;">During the night the victim wears a bamboo tube around his reproductive organ to prevent Willy from escaping in his lower abdomen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;">It looks like Chinese have a thourough fixation on the male genital. One can only make a guess as to how many vital (reproductive and other) organs of butchered animals - dried-up and powdered - are for sale in Chinese traditional medical stores, to enhance the Han sexual performances. And that is <i>so</i> ironic because one-third op the planet population <i>is</i> already Chinese. Their copulation strategy is quite succesful, so it seems. In that spirit: the second batch of songs i offer you today are full of traditional love. Koro-free.</span><br /></p><p></p><p> <a href="https://lolaradio.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-first-good-music-i-ever-heared-from.html?q=china" target="_blank">Earlier</a> in this blog i posted the first Chinese music i enjoyed. Chinese culture may have many strong points, music isn't one of those, ofcourse that is my personal taste and opinion. Too sweet, too harmonious, not for my ears, please. For restaurants i make an exception...<br /></p><p>These sounds are different. This stuff is pure and raw. Not something to enjoy during for your outdoors fun time summer parties, but as an antidote to all tooth-melting tunes we usually hear, when it concerns music from the Peoples Republic.<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/efz1low4p1xo1vr/Songs_of_the_land_in_China__1_-_Songs_of_labour.zip/file" target="_blank">Songs of the land in China 1 - Labour Songs</a> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/tiqwplzyttu5hhl/Songs_of_the_land_in_China_2_-_Love_Songs.zip/file" target="_blank">Songs of the land in China 2 - Love Songs</a></p><p>
</p><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="60" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/the-yangtse-river-boatmen-s-songs" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p> Eens in de pakweg 20 jaar woedt er een epidemie door Chinese bevolkingsgroepen. Nee, geen bacterie of virus, ontsnapt uit vleermuizentartaartjes of Volkslaboratoria, maar een heuse psychologische aandoening en men noemt het '<b><i>koro</i></b>'. De patiënt vreest dat zijn geslachtsdeel kleiner en alsmaar kleiner wordt, om uiteindelijk in het lichaam te verdwijnen. Een zekere dood tot gevolg hebbend. Honderdduizenden jonge heren lijden tijdens zo'n psycho-golf aan deze aandoening en om te voorkomen dat kleine Xi 's nachts stiekem in hun onderbuik verdwijnt, dragen ze tijdens de slaap bamboe kokertjes om hun voortplantingsorgaan.<br /></p><p> Als je denkt dat dit een grap is, of Chinaatje-pesten (raar woord!) klik dan <a href="https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genitaal_retractiesyndroom" rel="nofollow">hier</a> maar eens op.</p><p>Het lijkt erop dat Chinezen een fixatie hebben op het mannelijke lid. Alleen al gezien het aantal gedroogde en vermalen organen (voortplantings- of anderszins) van dieren die er te koop liggen opgetast op de schappen van traditionele chinese winkeltjes teneinde de seksuele prestatie van de jonge Han-heren te verbeteren. Menig diersoort is al uitgestorven of wordt er door bedreigd.</p><p>En dat vind ik behoorlijk ironisch als je nagaat dat eenderde van de wereld bevolking Chinees is. Zo slecht doen ze het blijkbaar niet met voortplanten...<br /></p><p>Ik ben geen fan van Chinese muzik, grofweg gesproken. Mierzoet, zonder wanklank, saai, zo saaaaaai.</p><p>De geluiden van vandaag zijn anders. Puurder, rauw, weg van de hersendovende partijideologie. Deze komen recht uit het hart. Je zal er zeker niet op gaan swingen, dus bewaar je dansmoves voor een andere gelegenheid. Het is een tegengif voor de tandsmeltende vullingknagende zoetheid van de gebruikelijke muziek made in de volksrepubliek China<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-72173183850031483712023-07-16T13:41:00.006+02:002023-07-18T00:37:45.338+02:00Surinam Aleke Music from The Music Boys - Alokasiong - Boni negers (new link)<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaN4Vootvvn6jPmYFQDwVFXEeVysUBKRZFwYUZuqjddZipUWZKQGh5-D9aagvc3W6S_0xtk2WYuflwLlne_XfxJWqpcGaR-icf8XKB8wUSRZCzb1_QldQv9hJ1j-iKbRWoUIkeaKXjmhLadAnVNs7AURBnJa59pgJ6qCs4wPCevWha5-dF7naKVZekg/s1195/%20The_Music_Boys-Alokasiong.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="1078" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaN4Vootvvn6jPmYFQDwVFXEeVysUBKRZFwYUZuqjddZipUWZKQGh5-D9aagvc3W6S_0xtk2WYuflwLlne_XfxJWqpcGaR-icf8XKB8wUSRZCzb1_QldQv9hJ1j-iKbRWoUIkeaKXjmhLadAnVNs7AURBnJa59pgJ6qCs4wPCevWha5-dF7naKVZekg/w578-h640/%20The_Music_Boys-Alokasiong.jpg" width="578" /></a></div> <p></p><p> Hi everybody</p>
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<p>i'm still alive, sort of. Halleluja! (for me that is, ofcourse)</p><p>In the comments section there was an anonymous tip, that the link of this fine music was down. Mega.nz is shutting down all my links, eilas.<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/rrtbtzkzama3y4d/The_Music_Boys-_Alkasiong_-_Aleke_-_Boni_negers.zip/file" target="_blank">Music Boys - Alkasiong<br /></a><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-55948438632363697602022-05-18T18:09:00.006+02:002022-05-25T16:47:13.177+02:00Musique et danses Yacouba - folklore de Cote d'ivoir <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/bonsoir-ca-va-groupe-kpete-4-42" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHHQ-zOf9HIwuWD5Pd7-fish56JX3afg0m5PDzqPQkd7B_p9J1BdQx6967k8dvAo94Uy5Ci1VbDtUaTWjX-A-42MJn07qYiJo8bza5C38SO56EDmbXL8OSHETUAShBrH0exl2MJrZFmIg6NOZMgz0_EFynu7v77Yp4r2VmaV_nflgPHRluvlzMPI/s2498/Yacouba-front.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2462" data-original-width="2498" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHHQ-zOf9HIwuWD5Pd7-fish56JX3afg0m5PDzqPQkd7B_p9J1BdQx6967k8dvAo94Uy5Ci1VbDtUaTWjX-A-42MJn07qYiJo8bza5C38SO56EDmbXL8OSHETUAShBrH0exl2MJrZFmIg6NOZMgz0_EFynu7v77Yp4r2VmaV_nflgPHRluvlzMPI/w320-h315/Yacouba-front.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><p>Once, with my friend Noot. i visited a French safari parc where we drove in our own car through fields crowded with African wildlife. That time we went there, the premises included a small Westafrican village, where craftsmen from Ivory Coast showed the visitors their considerable skills. In France there was a big scandal about it. It was considered racist en horrible that 'they' put black people in a zoo. The folks themselvers however were very pleased. For them it was great to have the possibility to travel to Europa and make some extra cash along the way. "I make more money here in a week than at home in 3 months!". And, so i argued: in Japan there is or was a Dutch village where lowlands swamp originals showed the Japanese visitors how to make wooden shoes, weave willow baskets etcetera. Why there was no outcry of racism there? We live in a complicated world, friends.</p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">{ps: sorry for the lousy album cover pictures: it was light resistant} </span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/v0lo0incr5xqpew/folklore+de+cote+d'ivoir+-Yacouba+1979+-JBZ001+.zip/file" target="_blank">folklore de Cote d'Ivoir - musique et danses Yacouba</a> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUduY3qR_bH86Q3StUtbFTUWSZWf8s4Ep05-hnBevUfb8roYqQfvvsHoV-kSUd_MbElwQdjFm2kdqlg7FjxAZy3smc_WFQbRd1TwfJQephKKJfL5dRmLToKQC6Hw8woYca_6D-Yeaed9d1uszZSYpkOLAPXafU3YrtQG0l83BTk_yVP0PW51sc9g/s2275/yacouba-back.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2237" data-original-width="2275" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUduY3qR_bH86Q3StUtbFTUWSZWf8s4Ep05-hnBevUfb8roYqQfvvsHoV-kSUd_MbElwQdjFm2kdqlg7FjxAZy3smc_WFQbRd1TwfJQephKKJfL5dRmLToKQC6Hw8woYca_6D-Yeaed9d1uszZSYpkOLAPXafU3YrtQG0l83BTk_yVP0PW51sc9g/s320/yacouba-back.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Persoonlijk ben ik geen groot fan van trommelmuziek persé. Vooral als Europese jongelui los gaan op de Westafrkaanse djembé, dan loop ik graag een straatje om. Vreselijk! Dan gaan ze steeds sneller en sneller en dan pam pam pammerdepam een paar slagen buiten het ritme om: horror vacui.<br /></p><p>Maar met stemmen in de mix plus de aanwezigheid van serieuze trommelaars, is het al een heel ander verhaal. Zoals te horen is op dit fijne album met folklore uit de Ivoorkust.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-54295037670909283852022-05-13T13:34:00.020+02:002022-05-14T14:18:30.161+02:00Herman in trance, Pakistan and India (1989)
<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt5tKkpepnim4tPb_MhkrYFtIwgNn70Gr97ycVuRllwZWqy7ctx0OjsXjwzbLf5pqQbHc6eY_DXp8A5T9P2IJcdtbrQTS3_uDBC6u05QsAvOmbAd5d0HPIKtmjvic7EcXf4lyrsoISI0itq0milGAl406bMgC1jv_wv_9iLfJd7chPFUBggfLEWw/s1051/Shaix_Sali%CC%81m_Chishti%CC%81_of_the_Chishtiyya.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt5tKkpepnim4tPb_MhkrYFtIwgNn70Gr97ycVuRllwZWqy7ctx0OjsXjwzbLf5pqQbHc6eY_DXp8A5T9P2IJcdtbrQTS3_uDBC6u05QsAvOmbAd5d0HPIKtmjvic7EcXf4lyrsoISI0itq0milGAl406bMgC1jv_wv_9iLfJd7chPFUBggfLEWw/w488-h640/Shaix_Sali%CC%81m_Chishti%CC%81_of_the_Chishtiyya.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><p> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/Qawalienzo-HermaninPakistanenIndia-1989" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p> Some days ago a very nice man named Abel brought me two large boxes full of cassettes with parts of the acoustic inheritance of Herman Louis Matser. In the eighties and nineties last century Herman and i were very close and every week you could find us making our radioprogram for the SAR (Socialist Workers Radio; motto: Ether to the People!) We made fun of capitalism, communism and everything else amid the finest music our planet has produced.</p><p>We smoked a lot of ganja, and sometimes when available any other mind altering illegal substance; together with him i took my first LSD trip. Herman knew everything about drugs and its place and function in cultures. And he knew a lot about islamic law and Sufism. Yes, there is a <a href="https://www.dawn.com/news/1414141" target="_blank">connection</a>.</p><p>For many years he visited the tombs of sufi holy men in India and Pakistan Those sacred places are recognizable by the Qawali music that is performed around the tombs and the use of the sacred weed cannabis. All in order to connect directly with Allah. That's why the orthodox believers don't like sufi's that much. Sufi's don't need imams or ulama to tell them what's right and wrong. Besides the fact that <a href="https://www.dawn.com/news/1136858/sehwan-the-undisputed-throne-of-lal-shahbaz-qalandar" target="_blank">sufism</a> is mostly practised by the lower social classes of islamic society.<br /></p><p> Inside the two boxes were many tapes, some were mine, i had missed them for many years and did not know their whereabouts. Others are filled with African music (for which i was the main source). It gets more interesting with the many cassettes he obtained on the Indian subcontinent. Like the one in my forelast post.<br /></p><p>And then i found the tapes with sounds and music he recorded himself. These are the true treasures. Sounds from the streets, bhang preperation, music from the graves (literally), radio and conversations with the local folks.</p><p>Today i'll offer you some of those unique and unpublished recordings Herman made in 1989. <br /></p><p> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/19ceivft33ujtlb/Qawali+enzo+-+Pakistan+India+-+Herman+Matsel+1989.zip/file" target="_blank">Qawali enzo - Herman Louis Matser in Pakistan en India - 1989</a></p><p>S<a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/yhy06m0osqy0x57/selectie+mp3geluid+Herman+Pakistan+India+1989.zip/file" target="_blank">elected sounds of Pakistan rec by Herman Louis Matser in 1989</a> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/kpxafsrdfhrun2z/Radio+Pakistan+++India+1989.zip/file" target="_blank">Radio selection rec in Pakistan and India 1989 </a><br /></p><p> <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN520x249v0DqwRjOIhEQDzm12b1HXIRznERbY047taj46LcB90QPO00YLvTfXHYiE9Loou70A5fRrCjMPg4WwBjfchHQoSZw-O1Ry4JqgM-J2tuW3CUorYG9Wv7YAWppLpOzkOTfKQQHBighMp3CQ2SQE3p5ykGlRlOubKpXFL4_LhFsQvy4bQU/s1602/IMG_6883.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1571" data-original-width="1602" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN520x249v0DqwRjOIhEQDzm12b1HXIRznERbY047taj46LcB90QPO00YLvTfXHYiE9Loou70A5fRrCjMPg4WwBjfchHQoSZw-O1Ry4JqgM-J2tuW3CUorYG9Wv7YAWppLpOzkOTfKQQHBighMp3CQ2SQE3p5ykGlRlOubKpXFL4_LhFsQvy4bQU/w200-h196/IMG_6883.jpg" width="200" /></a></div> Tijdje terug bracht iemand mij 2 verhuisdozen vol cassettes en een paar CD's. Ze kwamen uit de nalatenschap van Herman Louis Matser, waarmee ik in de jaren 80 van de vorige eeuw een radioprogram had op de Amsterdamse lokale krakerszender radio 100. Ons programma heette: <i><b>De Socialistische Arbeiders Radio</b></i> en had als motto "<b><i>Ether voor het volk</i></b>", onder een sikkel met microfoon.<br /><p></p><p>Herman was heel geestig, kon geweldig improviseren en wist alles van drugs en islamitisch recht. Vooral het soefisme uit India en Pakistan lag hem zeer na aan het hart. Misschien wel <a href="https://www.dawn.com/news/1414141" target="_blank">hierom</a>.</p><p>Hoe dan ook, in 1989 vertrok hij naar het Indiase subcontinent om verschillende <a href="https://www.dawn.com/news/1136858/sehwan-the-undisputed-throne-of-lal-shahbaz-qalandar" target="_blank">graven </a>te bezoeken van beroemde en geliefde soefi-heiligen. Niet voor het eerst maar wel voor het eerst met microfoon en recorder. Het mooie van die heilige Soefiplaatsen is, dat er vaak muziek wordt gespeeld. Waar meeste orthodoxe gelovigen iets tegen muziek hebben, zien soefi's dit als een snelle manier om één te worden met Allah. Je raakt in trance, verliest je ego en wordt een met je schepper. Ter ondersteuning wordt hierbij graag de edele hennepplant gebruikt.</p><p>Ik heb ook nog een aantal video8 tapes van hem, ongetwijfeld met mooi spul, maar helaas heb ik nog geen bijpassend apparaat. Wellicht later meer (?)<br /></p><p>In de links hierboven vindt je enkele van Herman's eigen unieke opnamen. Genieten maar.</p><p>Hieronder kan je Herman beluisteren als oom Karel in een treurig verhaal... (for Dutch understanding listeners only) <br /></p><p>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/oom-karel-en-maaike-SAR" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p>en weet je wat? Ik doe er ook een Rik en Raldo Show bij, aflevering Muskaatnoten
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</p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-90911557185914424322022-05-07T13:32:00.005+02:002022-05-07T15:31:10.494+02:00It could be love - Judge Muhammad Ihsaan (Pakistan)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA83RMEVsshlFgyldsgHUAke2sWo8l2xhmX0xc_NiyLVL-9Ra6MZOtVg5W0wlrhBTMD2HgyffN2s0v3v1XA_Yr6e6NpWH1IxDG3jLQJ4HeE-qQE9vVNC5ATWQaCpRpf-a7WAtzbRz3yosySI9QIOjMj4E3Cps5nSP_rL2-QUo8UDkr_PCMszzGps/s2328/IMG_6876.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2328" data-original-width="2256" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA83RMEVsshlFgyldsgHUAke2sWo8l2xhmX0xc_NiyLVL-9Ra6MZOtVg5W0wlrhBTMD2HgyffN2s0v3v1XA_Yr6e6NpWH1IxDG3jLQJ4HeE-qQE9vVNC5ATWQaCpRpf-a7WAtzbRz3yosySI9QIOjMj4E3Cps5nSP_rL2-QUo8UDkr_PCMszzGps/w620-h640/IMG_6876.jpg" width="620" /></a></div> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/qadii-mohammed-ihsaan_Pakistan" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>
<p> "In a forest of hearts, from mine flows a river of blood". This was my first thought when i saw the cover of todays artist. Probably not a happy song. But it could be full with love. Love can make you happy and sad, as most people know.</p><p> How i got this tape, i will tell you in my next post. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7ZkR5Ho5njMmu5N1GZMM8pWvWalMitoNMJ0aZKo2ViJSbK_QBE6mxfZleyXMr4fDiRZ0ohl5pNEUwTN8aTJMMcM16sZJ5sYnXHulkxUdGHXQybyxyfFAVTGKJ0Qs5MZMCYcXORv6L7DWzISMy5udFCYJTTqCSWEzbS6qeVq-xkW-rioWlYTFXNY/s2749/2-Qadii%20Mohammed%20Ihsaan.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="2749" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7ZkR5Ho5njMmu5N1GZMM8pWvWalMitoNMJ0aZKo2ViJSbK_QBE6mxfZleyXMr4fDiRZ0ohl5pNEUwTN8aTJMMcM16sZJ5sYnXHulkxUdGHXQybyxyfFAVTGKJ0Qs5MZMCYcXORv6L7DWzISMy5udFCYJTTqCSWEzbS6qeVq-xkW-rioWlYTFXNY/s320/2-Qadii%20Mohammed%20Ihsaan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>No information i could find about today's singer Qadi Muhammad Ihsaan, although i believe that 'qadi' translates as 'judge' . But whether it is his function, a nickname or perhaps even a real name, i do not know. For now: listen to this weird hypnotic music about seperation (see
inlay) and then decide if you wanna load it down. I suspect you will...</p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/5ey78zlf6qcqdos/Qadi+Mohammed+Ihsaan+-+Pakistan+-+zang+en+snaar.zip/file" target="_blank">Qadi Moh Ihsaan</a><br /></p>Ik kreeg onlangs een grote doos met bandjes. In een volgende aflevering meer daarover, maar 1 bandje dat me opviel in de stapel was deze, die ik jullie vandaag aanbied. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxtp7qgFaZi8qeLNevF0-z9YdW_nNgi5rgkjksVwOxYNuYH4g7dojher2OlK2F4nlN3Vuq37qBiODYcGxumFJqtwdIjP_FseP6Ovq33ttbHkGw6HZRb6zm0ZPYy52qatHwr_mV12v_3TbAz1EfBUIg1f4TSEeO3HIjZ93UVit_iB6VUAUCeCXrhQ/s3888/3-Qadii%20Mohammed%20Ihsaan.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3888" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxtp7qgFaZi8qeLNevF0-z9YdW_nNgi5rgkjksVwOxYNuYH4g7dojher2OlK2F4nlN3Vuq37qBiODYcGxumFJqtwdIjP_FseP6Ovq33ttbHkGw6HZRb6zm0ZPYy52qatHwr_mV12v_3TbAz1EfBUIg1f4TSEeO3HIjZ93UVit_iB6VUAUCeCXrhQ/s320/3-Qadii%20Mohammed%20Ihsaan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>De muziek die erop staat is redelijk merkwaardig en hebben, voor mijn oren, een zeker hypnotisch effect. De kwaliteit qua opname is niet optimaal, maar toch zeker de moeite waard. Snaren met zang, ik kende het nog niet in deze vorm. Luister en huiver en wellicht wil je de downloot, voor de A-ndere kant en om nog eens te genieten.<br /></p><p>Salemelijkum<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-51837335564025393552022-04-16T22:38:00.012+02:002022-04-24T14:37:06.016+02:00Africa Negra - Alice (Sao Tome & Principe)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaGk2jYSTELltjlpcG6PyHai2Lb88SBNH_aIcJ-iBF-ClMmOrxf7VD-ZcTLjimKI-n3QfMVXiyzgNHLNxs0Y_OXNOfKBQnMjPrtzEmZf-r-6AL7aKvzbfG9yMG9zHS84dFGUbGiGEG8C95QQrOd4GuK6uRVAESkF4NMpXhKImTTzzt2BUz9ZeDwk/s600/Africa%20NEGRA%20cover%201.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="600" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaGk2jYSTELltjlpcG6PyHai2Lb88SBNH_aIcJ-iBF-ClMmOrxf7VD-ZcTLjimKI-n3QfMVXiyzgNHLNxs0Y_OXNOfKBQnMjPrtzEmZf-r-6AL7aKvzbfG9yMG9zHS84dFGUbGiGEG8C95QQrOd4GuK6uRVAESkF4NMpXhKImTTzzt2BUz9ZeDwk/s320/Africa%20NEGRA%20cover%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Today was a very nice day here in the lowland swamps. Sunny, no wind and more and more birds start to sing. Lapwings have returned, some godwits as well, and the first butterflies are dancing in the garden. <br /></p><p>So today the final (for now) tape from Sao Tome & Principe. The cover of my cassette is severly damaged, so i took this album cover (above and right) from the web.<br /></p><p>This kind of music really supports the brave efforts of Ra to warm us all.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1Api6hkAjDqmcKTVg_g8qMsR8SnqbdjnT6Gn5mEohn_pSUXnMTPU0-e7TGrNgnN8AdrGKcHOFFQ6uNXiucsqM-emhWPcRCOZA8ylgaRjNcDNgvSv3fhWMKVLoEkdB-IHJtvKSKUrNlsCCAzr2ar97vMgaX6zpz53vb2dFBPK4mSTGoJ71TT3qis/s600/Africa%20NEGRA%20cover2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="591" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS1Api6hkAjDqmcKTVg_g8qMsR8SnqbdjnT6Gn5mEohn_pSUXnMTPU0-e7TGrNgnN8AdrGKcHOFFQ6uNXiucsqM-emhWPcRCOZA8ylgaRjNcDNgvSv3fhWMKVLoEkdB-IHJtvKSKUrNlsCCAzr2ar97vMgaX6zpz53vb2dFBPK4mSTGoJ71TT3qis/s320/Africa%20NEGRA%20cover2.jpg" width="315" /></a>So enjoy!<br /></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/giga6jwlw2rbsnx/Conjunto_Africa_Negra_de_Sao_Tome_e_principe_-_Alice_-IEFE_052-1983.zip/file" target="_blank">Africa Negra - Alice</a> </p><p> Lekker weertje vandaag in het buitengebied. Alles wordt alweer lekker groen, de kerentenboom staat in bloei en de eerste vlinders fladderen al driftig rond op zoek naar de schaarse bloempkes.</p><p>Echt van koper kunnen we de ploert nog niet noemen en daarom wat tropische muziek om de opwarming wat te ondersteunen. Genieten maar!</p><p><br /></p>
LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-50460528491461305212022-04-13T22:59:00.008+02:002022-04-16T19:10:44.351+02:00Pedro Lima - Maguidala (Sao Tome & Principe)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldMg0kkL69MY9xGG9MtOvOWN-L1F-d-lr4bvJzPq1H4DcsLYA5rauGQVB3foWB2A9GVEm99IxwBJN2FSenv4-6NIDfFmjlvVlZVYmOXJegUiZE-XEreXvTTYsHdepX4eFOB7vu7EEvia8As981ptrwKXCap7PBWubH3q8iI8vGRK2PvS1sEpK_2E/s2117/pedro%20lima.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2117" data-original-width="2087" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldMg0kkL69MY9xGG9MtOvOWN-L1F-d-lr4bvJzPq1H4DcsLYA5rauGQVB3foWB2A9GVEm99IxwBJN2FSenv4-6NIDfFmjlvVlZVYmOXJegUiZE-XEreXvTTYsHdepX4eFOB7vu7EEvia8As981ptrwKXCap7PBWubH3q8iI8vGRK2PvS1sEpK_2E/w378-h400/pedro%20lima.JPG" width="378" /></a></div><p> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/pedro-lima-cxi-compa-7-44" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>
<br /> </p><p>For some reason i have always have wanted to visit the isles of Sao Tome and Principe. (which translates as "Saint Thomas and Prince").</p><p>It is one of the few democracies on the continent of mother Africa; they even have a free press! I shall never understand dictators who present themselves every day on their national televisions. Day after day viewers are bored to death by the 'father of the republic' revealing a statue of himself, shaking hands with ambassadors, patting on the heads of dancing childeren who simultaniously sing and wave their little flags. You will start to hate anyone who is praised excessively on a daily basis.</p><p>None of that in Saint Thomas and surroundings. It is mainly the climate, or more precise: my fear of the climate that has prevented me from going here. Once i was in Benin and it was so hot and humid, i found it hard to breathe. And my lungs where so much younger and healthier then.</p><p>Anyway, i can still enjoy the music and the music is fine, that is for sure...</p><p>Todays artist is called Pedro Lima (1944 - 2019) In his teens already he became famous for his fine voice and smooth songs. As it should in a true democracy, Pedro was active in the islands' politics. His support for the revolutionary MLSTP party earned him the title of ‘the people’s voice of the island’. Now please: download and listen, and see if you agree.</p><p><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i>PS: take a look at the comments section for more information on Pedro Lima (thank you Leonidas)</i></span></span><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/4mgogwb9u4kpepu/Pedro_Lima__-_Maguidala.zip/file" target="_blank">Pedro Lima - Maguidala</a> </p><p>Ik ben altijd al benieuwd geweest naar de eilanden van Heilige Thomas en Prins. Ze liggen in de oksel van Afrika en vormen zowaar een van de weinige democratieën op het zwarte continent, incluis vrije pers!</p><p>Het is de angst voor het klimaat die me ervan weerhouden heeft deze paarlen te bezoeken. Ooit was ik in Benin en de eerste week kon ik nauwelijks ademhalen door de hitte en de luchtvochtigheid. Om de paar minuten stak ik mijn hoofd in een koelkast om maar wat kouwe lucht (en zuurstof) binnen te krijgen. Kouwe douche wass heerlijk, maar zodra je de kraan uit deed, voelde je je meteen weer vies en bezweet, terwijl de zeepbellen nog om de tenen dobberden.</p><p>Het was een halve eeuw geleden en sindsdien zijn mijn longen er niet beter op geworden.</p><p>Maar gelukkig kan ik wel genieten van de lokale muziek en die is ook niet mis. Luister en huiver: hier is Pedro Limaaaa!<br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-10164469984275379922022-04-03T16:41:00.005+02:002022-04-11T19:08:19.133+02:00Conjunto África Negra de Sao Tomé e Príncipe (1983)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnk7HMh3j6F00WEIMtrrP8gQnq3fZ_c_f3QQ6re2iE1-Me7ZQd_o7ICKiXBHycJ_2qzZihKE_WMGeUBgpfvBwrlmBHwZvzQyPAULkxogTEEmQARALkYouqAGdehZ8Mm-83fyxtTV3bLPh4yMG1vdBy5PqEbYDf1N-KZKDb4kiWvELJTWlgg2mGSQ/s2492/IMG_0324.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2385" data-original-width="2492" height="613" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnk7HMh3j6F00WEIMtrrP8gQnq3fZ_c_f3QQ6re2iE1-Me7ZQd_o7ICKiXBHycJ_2qzZihKE_WMGeUBgpfvBwrlmBHwZvzQyPAULkxogTEEmQARALkYouqAGdehZ8Mm-83fyxtTV3bLPh4yMG1vdBy5PqEbYDf1N-KZKDb4kiWvELJTWlgg2mGSQ/w640-h613/IMG_0324.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We are taking in an old fat bitch on short little pows. Her boss lady fled the <i>'special operation' </i>in the Ukrain and took her 4 dogs along. So that's our contribution to the war effort...</p><p>There are some people here in these cold muddy lowland swamps, who claim that Ukrainians bomb their own hospitals as a means of propaganda. (Now covid is gone it looks like they need other conspiracies to hold on to...)</p><p>Those folks think that they are non-conformists, but in reality the are anti-conformists. And that is, for them and for us, a bit sad.<br /></p><p> Anyway, to highlight the new addition to our household, i offer you some celebatory music. (?) I mean music to celebrate, not the non-sex policy of the roman catholic caste of priests). So listen ton. thge music and wag your tail!<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/dagoclzjzi5x8ge/Conjunto+Africa+Negra+de+S.+Tome+e+Principe+-+Africa+NegraIeffe+Discos+045.zip/file" target="_blank">Africa Negra - Sao Tome & Principe </a></p><p><a href="https://lolaradio.blogspot.com/2012/08/how-to-save-global-groove-conjunto.html" target="_blank">and remember this one?</a> </p><p>Vandaag voor jullie een paar vrolijke wijsjes om te vieren dat we vandaag een nieuwe aanwinst in ons huis kunnen begroeten: een ouwe dikke teef op korte pootjes. Haar vrouwtje is de 'speciale operatie' van Vlad Putin ontvlucht, met medeneming van haar 4 honden. En das wat veel voor de opvang, namelijk haar nieuwe liefde die, helaas, al drie honden heeft rondlopen en 7 is wat veel voor een premie A woning. </p><p>Hoe dan ook, deze neer te laden klanken ondersteunen de nu nog bleke pogingen van onze zon om ons geestelijk en lichamelijk te verwarmen. Kom op met die koperen ploert. Beentjes van de vloer...hupsakee!!<br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-33248240317035427872022-03-26T19:33:00.005+01:002022-03-26T19:42:57.598+01:00The Sudanese Elvis Presley. (Ibrahim Awad - Sudan)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIvqlXMHijFOhPdLgbJG7gw7CXpmSnFX99KtJqo_jmXtoq_gRIqf52pBR-aHtwGd8FPB98_PaajZhp9ZbDwVTjE4fPaLPPCBS-FSHu2Z5KvQF0hx-7BJozy7PxeiMt20Jtg-u8Hp9AJmdLx9X-1QzuyhSnUF2W1PlJ3gsvfw_rEf5Tkd2AKziHXk/s500/ibrqahim%20Awad.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIvqlXMHijFOhPdLgbJG7gw7CXpmSnFX99KtJqo_jmXtoq_gRIqf52pBR-aHtwGd8FPB98_PaajZhp9ZbDwVTjE4fPaLPPCBS-FSHu2Z5KvQF0hx-7BJozy7PxeiMt20Jtg-u8Hp9AJmdLx9X-1QzuyhSnUF2W1PlJ3gsvfw_rEf5Tkd2AKziHXk/s320/ibrqahim%20Awad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ibrahim Awad, or as his fans called him ‘the Sudanese Elvis Presley’,
was born and grew up in the ‘Hay el Arab’ neighborhood of Omdurman,
which for generations as been the city’s musical heart. He was the
first Sudanese artist to appear in an Egyptian movie, back in the early
1950s, and by the time he made his debut on Radio Omdurman he was
already a megastar in the Sudan. Always nattily dressed in sharp suits,
Ibrahim Awad was also the first Sudanese singer to dance on stage, and
he recorded hundreds of songs for Radio Omdurman. He passed away, in
‘Hay el Arab’, in May of 2006. <p></p><p>Does this sound familiar? Could be, because i stole this text from a <a href="https://blogs.voanews.com/music-time-in-africa/2009/12/16/the-golden-era-of-omdurman-songs/" target="_blank">VOA blog</a>. Go ahead and have a look, because there are some goodies to be downloaded.</p><p>I have been told by an important source, that Mohammed Wardi, one of the greatest and most famous singers of the Sudan ever, was first inspired to sing while listening to Ibrahim Awad.</p><p>Here you can download the musical treasures<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/fmvsczwnrvfr1l3/Ibrahim+a'oudh.zip/file" target="_blank">Ibrahim A'wad - from the collection of Radio Omdourman</a> </p><p>and while downloading, you can listen here to a song in the famous Omdurman style and one where he accompanies himself with an electric guitar, solo, no orchestra.<br /></p><p>
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Ik hoop dat jullie zullen genieten van dit boeketje muzikaal fruit van de Soedanese zanger Ibrahim Awad. Hij was halverwege de vorige eeuw in Soedan superberoemd en een inspiratiebron voor vele andere zangers, zoals de nog beroemdere Mohammed Wardi. </p><p>Beiden zijn helaas al dood: de gouden eeuw qua Soedanese muziek is wel voorbij, voor zover ik dat kan beoordelen. En dat is ook een kwestie van smaak natuurlijk, je hebt gelijk. Er is in Khartoum vast fantastische rap met orgelbegeleiding en comnputerdrum te vinden. Maar mijn oren trekken toch meer naar het oudere werk. Ben zelf ook wat ouder, dat scheelt...</p><p>En nu: genieten maar!<br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-70720637980665518382022-03-19T18:29:00.005+01:002022-04-14T15:41:43.563+02:00Animation Populaire de Zaire (recordings from Dutch radio) (Kongo)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUwT1dk5IoP5R0GG_Dt3kpBY6dhSdFH3myTZS1kkyV1vz1BGnO57C7KltUKcqRnIXVZV5jKZbhbZqLTpMCA2EVgHsZ8Ji0GsHJxln00Bb5rTvNp5pAHiH1dQEiDZ-RaoVmfpXLDHuQ6M9v62Z3Dg68CAtwuX-PdO72xFmVc7Ga1BN4YOGVyXEZUHA=s720" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="496" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUwT1dk5IoP5R0GG_Dt3kpBY6dhSdFH3myTZS1kkyV1vz1BGnO57C7KltUKcqRnIXVZV5jKZbhbZqLTpMCA2EVgHsZ8Ji0GsHJxln00Bb5rTvNp5pAHiH1dQEiDZ-RaoVmfpXLDHuQ6M9v62Z3Dg68CAtwuX-PdO72xFmVc7Ga1BN4YOGVyXEZUHA=w440-h640" width="440" /></a></div>Everywhere in the world good music is to be found. Pop music, tribal music and ... the songs and sounds that are created in the meeting of these two.<p></p><p>One of my favorite amalgamations in this genre is the 'Animation Populaire" that is to be found in the Kongo. Also known als "Mundengue". Home made guitars, loads of percussion and often some simple amplification.</p><p>The selection of musical pieces i offer you today, were compiled by Tony van der Eecken, for a VPRO radio program called "De Wandelende Tak" (The Stick Insect') </p><p>I recorded it from the radio somewhere in the end of last century and i think that you'll really enjoy it.<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/go8459q8anulvb0/Animation_Populaire_du_Zaire_%2528Wandelende_Tak%2529.zip/file" target="_blank">Animation populaire de Zaire</a></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/jvnnh37rtvmziii/mundenge_vol_2.zip/file" target="_blank">Animation deel 2</a></p><p>Velen van jullie herinneren zich ongetwijfeld het radio 5 program 'De.Wandelende Tak'. Daar kon je onder leiding van de onvolprezen en inmiddels overleden Walter Slosse muziek horen van alle uithoeken van de wereld (voor zover dat kan op een bol).</p><p>Een van mijn favoriete medewerkers aan dat programma was Tony van de Eecken. Luister <a href="https://lolaradio.blogspot.com/2012/08/burkina-faso-de-wandelende-tak-we.html" target="_blank">hier</a> maar eens naar! Maar vandaag gun ik jullie opnames van fantastische muziek die ontstaat als folklore populair wordt.</p><p><br /></p>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/mundenge-Kongo" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-79489326102709044262022-02-15T15:08:00.004+01:002022-03-26T19:45:34.793+01:00Mea culpa maxima (radio Guinee en radio Iquitos, Peru)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZKUMPoLTOOmKXPtv-_rJMcGvIKW6h2-l3kSw0Q88kqVGunwpLSAHLe9rzddPTmSYzXM-v9-bCN1ijwrDloekI1IcmHuy6DG1pwSGMvwq6q6DyjNREpNfrjsaFwVvdX9g5OYRHSv-iACPo6VeEi2E57OrKmn2h-91BMwUmq9GozmM0Q7F2z7qJuYQ=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="500" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZKUMPoLTOOmKXPtv-_rJMcGvIKW6h2-l3kSw0Q88kqVGunwpLSAHLe9rzddPTmSYzXM-v9-bCN1ijwrDloekI1IcmHuy6DG1pwSGMvwq6q6DyjNREpNfrjsaFwVvdX9g5OYRHSv-iACPo6VeEi2E57OrKmn2h-91BMwUmq9GozmM0Q7F2z7qJuYQ=w640-h564" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> In a post before the last one, i offered you something that was not mine to offer. In a hurry i thought i was posting one of my malian cassettes, from an artist named Mohammed Rosso (aka Moh Guitar), but later i discovered (thank you Doyadig) that the Rosso masterpiece was not my own (and that he is not from Mali but Mauretania, thank you Matthew). I downloaded it from a wonderfull blog i follow, named Sahelsounds. (<a href="https://sahelsounds.com/2011/07/analog-praise/">https://sahelsounds.com/2011/07/analog-praise/</a>)</p><p> So i offer both you reader and the owner of Sahelsounds my deepest and sincere apologies and i'll say a 1000 times sorry before going to bed a week long. Because in blog country there is no larger sin than posting other persons music without naming the source.</p><p>So to make up i offer you some other sounds instaid. From the glorious radiostation RTG from Guinee Conacry i offer u a full tape with mostly traditional music and then some more Peru Iquitos sounds (did you see the post before this one?). <br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/y7bivvdqbnnercu/RTG+7.zip/file" target="_blank">RTG cassette 7</a> </p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/6nu6s1bwhpjd6xm/Peru_radio-3-Hi_Baby-69%252752.mp3.zip/file" target="_blank">Radio Iquitos, Peru vol 3 "Hi Baby"</a> </p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-79796744577160270872022-02-15T14:36:00.004+01:002022-02-15T14:43:13.005+01:00Another valentine's day has passed (radio Peru 14 feb 2001)<p>
</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPPjLudpN1olua-69rgO94q2OUcewz8r_kCgCCoaE3Qu9ZNx76ACBtWzeFWr7HU9ewW-r9U3NjTEQWVXTC5ybNeB0rNgL_SrPCTZKj0qazzVvIDHRV28nPaS_F7YIqFO8HhS2ZjBFC_DOGv85wNA_eppvaPhB4H-uMyLaiVhjpCb2tiDPd-mxGLSU=s2441" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1697" data-original-width="2441" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPPjLudpN1olua-69rgO94q2OUcewz8r_kCgCCoaE3Qu9ZNx76ACBtWzeFWr7HU9ewW-r9U3NjTEQWVXTC5ybNeB0rNgL_SrPCTZKj0qazzVvIDHRV28nPaS_F7YIqFO8HhS2ZjBFC_DOGv85wNA_eppvaPhB4H-uMyLaiVhjpCb2tiDPd-mxGLSU=w640-h445" width="640" /></a></div> <br /><p></p><p>four years ago i offered you an hour of Peruvian radio recorded on valentine's day 2001. Today i add a second recording from that same day, now 21 years ago. The recordingss were made in Iquitos, a wonderful town in the heart of the Amazonian forests, along the Amazone river.</p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/cw317mrzsf3tgpv/Peru_radio-4-dia_del_amor_2-73%252754.mp3/file" target="_blank">radio peru 4 - dia del amor part 2</a></p><p><br /></p><p>Iquitos - dia del amor part 1<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="140" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/Peruradio2" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe></p><p>
</p><p></p><p>Iquitos - dia del amor part 2</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/peru-radio-4-dia-del-amor-2-73-54" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-34384240056544051752021-09-02T21:40:00.008+02:002021-09-02T23:11:31.120+02:00Too little too late... (Mali)<p><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYaugWZgcno/YPQ_ygSJ1iI/AAAAAAAAFWM/Kaj_8jutP8YdD6jHcf-_as_T41sr0M34ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_6326.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYaugWZgcno/YPQ_ygSJ1iI/AAAAAAAAFWM/Kaj_8jutP8YdD6jHcf-_as_T41sr0M34ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/IMG_6326.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Baala Guimba Diakite vol 2, that was the plan. Until i discovered that the fine blog <a href="http://thewealthofthewise.blogspot.com/2018/09/baala-guimba-diakite-badougou-kono.html" target="_blank">Walahi le zein</a> has already done that. Even better, cause Matthew offers you part one and three as well.</p><p>But i went through all the preparational motions, so i'll post it anyway (bonus: now you have cover of vol 2). </p><p>To make this post more interesting (more customer value, to say it modern)) i'll offer you a tape, from Mohammed Rosso, from which i know nothing about. Malian or maybe Mauretanian, Rosso is definitely desert based. Rough stuff. I really like it. Guess you'll do too. </p><p>Plus i add a 320bps version of radio Mali. And finally i'll throw in 15 minutes of birds along the river Niger in Markala. You can download that one from the wonderful Archive.org<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/kwnqhxszy3idjao/Baala+Guimba+akite+-+Mande+Mori+vol+2+-+EMI+-dozon+ngoni+peulh.zip/file" target="_blank">Bala Guimbra Diakite</a></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/um3tvhwnllifqc8/radio_Mali-1-78%2753.mp3/file" target="_blank">radio Mali vol 1 (320kbs)</a></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/mt2sev9apoi1mlm/Mali-mohammed+rosso+cassette.zip/file" target="_blank">Mohammed Rosso</a></p><p>Moh Rosso : side b of todays cassette <br /></p><p>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/mohammedrosso_sahel-sound" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p>Markala, along the river Niger - early morning birds - rec in 1997<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="140" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/aporee_48778_55528" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-76773080796471105042021-08-31T00:17:00.009+02:002022-03-26T19:46:10.988+01:00Urban heroes: dark, handsome, sunglasses and moped (old tamil film songs)<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP6bxjbvznY/YPQ5W1svlJI/AAAAAAAAFWA/MGCvrTUc6y0YcghMwGXYwzuDEE7Jl38_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/old%2Btamil%2Bfilm%2Bsongs.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1445" data-original-width="2048" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP6bxjbvznY/YPQ5W1svlJI/AAAAAAAAFWA/MGCvrTUc6y0YcghMwGXYwzuDEE7Jl38_gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h452/old%2Btamil%2Bfilm%2Bsongs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> To see a movie in an Indian cinema is a lively experience and big fun. When the hero appears on the silver screen (dark, handsome, sunglasses and moped) the room bursts with cheering, yelling and applause, while confetti falls like Siberian snow. And every villain is greeted with joyous boohs and clamour. </p><p>Not only in Bollywood there is mass production of celluloid, also other parts of the country have their own sizeable entertainment industries, like in Tamil Nadu. We've seen several films there: an adventure to be recommended to anyone..<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/2fk25qqiktr2w5l/Old+Tamil+Film+Songs+.zip/file" target="_blank">Old Tamil film songs <br /></a></p><p>Cinema is so popular in the subcontinent, that the music on radio is dominated by film songs. Here are some favourites, i personally recorded twenty years ago from local Indian radiostations in the year 2001/ 2002<br /></p><p> <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/bs40tulg10kdfyj/india+radio+favourites.zip/file" target="_blank">all india radio vol 10 - Lola's Bollywood radio favourites</a></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Finally it has come to my attention that several of the sounds i hosted on Mega.nz have disappeared. Eilas, they've kicked me out when i did not want to become paying customer. Luckely my favourite Mediafire is still burning strong.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">So if their is a mega - title that has vaporized in the digital void, please let me now. Chances are that i might replace the deceased link with a more vibrant one. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #01ffff;">Namastee</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qlk-_Ab16DM/YS6vZSWw0II/AAAAAAAAFW8/i2ZdEIYGomMZfiZjgRKvkFQf-Iol9QEzACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/hoesk%2Bk7%2Bzuid-india%2Bgeel-mooi-geluid%2Bwas%2Bklote.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2048" height="191" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qlk-_Ab16DM/YS6vZSWw0II/AAAAAAAAFW8/i2ZdEIYGomMZfiZjgRKvkFQf-Iol9QEzACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/hoesk%2Bk7%2Bzuid-india%2Bgeel-mooi-geluid%2Bwas%2Bklote.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="background-color: #01ffff;"></span><p></p><p>Hier naar de bios gaan is leuk, maar in India is het helemaal een feest. Als de held ten tonele verschijnt (hij is knap, donker, draagt een vlotte zonnebril en rijdt op een brommer), dan barst er een gejuich, gejoel en bravo! uit terwijl je wordt bedolven door grote hoeveelheden confetti. Nou ja, papiersnippers. En als de schurk zijn ongure tronie vertoont, kan hij rekenen op boe-geroep en scheldwoorden.</p><p>Niet alleen in Bollywood (Mumbay) wordt er gigantisch veel cinema geproduceerd, ook andere taalgemeenschappen in India hebben een aanzienlijke filmindustie, zoals Tamil Nadu. We hebben een paar Tamil-rolprenten gezien daar: een belevenis die ik iedereen gun.</p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/2fk25qqiktr2w5l/Old+Tamil+Film+Songs+.zip/file" target="_blank">Old Tamil film songs <br /></a></p><p> Cinema is zo belangrijk op het sub-continent, dat populaire muziek op de radio bijna uitsluitend uit filmhits bestaat. Hier zijn een paar van Lola's favorieten, die ik uit de ether plukte in het jaren 2001 en 2002.</p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/bs40tulg10kdfyj/india+radio+favourites.zip/file" target="_blank">all india radio vol 10 - Lola's Bollywood radio favourites</a></p><p><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Het lijkt erop dat Mega.nz , waar ik flink wat muziek heb gestald me uit hun domein hebben geflikkerd, na veelvuldig aandringen hunnerzijds om vooral over te gaan op een betaalde relatie. Niet dus. Gelukkig blijft de toorts van Mediafire trots branden in deze warrige tijden.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mocht je dus iets tegenkomen waat niet meer te downloaden is, dan waarschuw mij, graag.</span></span><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-64316186976014150742021-08-16T02:05:00.012+02:002022-03-26T19:47:20.872+01:00Proud to be Türk (Özbekistan - Türkmenistan - Kazakistan - Kirgizistan)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--shhCsG7-J0/YPQpTAcsTrI/AAAAAAAAFV4/ZNV1mYgE5rs8gQcqiSlqxVkloKjrOIp-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1702/zie%2BOrtaasya-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1139" data-original-width="1702" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--shhCsG7-J0/YPQpTAcsTrI/AAAAAAAAFV4/ZNV1mYgE5rs8gQcqiSlqxVkloKjrOIp-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h428/zie%2BOrtaasya-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p class="tw-data-text tw-text-large XcVN5d tw-ta" data-placeholder="Vertaling" id="tw-target-text" style="text-align: left;">In every Turkish mosk here in the lowland swamps and many tea houses you can read "<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Y2IQFc" lang="tr"><b><i>türk olmaktan gurur duyuyorum</i></b>" on walls. It translates as: "<b><i>i am proud to be Turk</i></b>". I always felt a little sceptic about this slogan, especially when it is forced on "Mountain Turks", a people who call themselves "Kurds". No too keen on nationalism anyway, i am. But since i've visited the city of Istanbul, a crazy wonderfull town where history is everywhere, i can imagine that as a Türkish person you can be very proud. Voluntary...<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p>This kz i bought in Istanbul, somewhere halfway the ninetees last century. So that is more than a quarter of a century ago! It has fine music from countries that are related to Turkey, in a cultural and linguistic way i suppose.<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/qv84447bbgcd13a/Ortaasya+-+Özbekistan-Türkmenistan+-+Kazakistan+-+Kirgizistan+-+kz.zip/file" target="_blank">ORTAASYA Türk Cumhuriyetleri - Halk Müzigi - Özbekistan - Türkmenistan - Kazakistan -Kirgizistan</a></p><p>Deze teep kocht ik ergens in de jaren negentig in Istanboel. Wat een fantastische stad! Het ene moment sta je voor oud houten gebouw dat wel minstens 500 jaar oud moet zijn. En sla je de hoek om, sta je oog in oog met een mintgroene moskee... Fascinerend en zeker de moeite van een bezoek waard.</p><p>De muziek van vandaag komt uit landen rond de Kaukasus die taalkundig en cultureel verwantschap hebben met Turkije. D'r staan vast dingen op die je nog nooit gehoord hebt. Veel plezier ermee!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6WNFtB0uUE/YRmG99FeyQI/AAAAAAAAFWw/mvB3DUVABrQjG3s4Z8NWCanh-IKof5rAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2878/zie%2BOrtaasiya%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="889" data-original-width="2878" height="198" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6WNFtB0uUE/YRmG99FeyQI/AAAAAAAAFWw/mvB3DUVABrQjG3s4Z8NWCanh-IKof5rAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h198/zie%2BOrtaasiya%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-78909867580895491622021-08-14T20:44:00.012+02:002021-08-15T23:20:09.892+02:00 Warm feelings for non-boring music - Zoungrana Souleymane (Burkina Faso)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpxsWjpcp4/YPQoo7WDhAI/AAAAAAAAFVw/MpIkBtf-MH4iSpckFB4rwdqzo6Qvm-fygCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/zoungrana%2Bsouleymane.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2025" data-original-width="2048" height="395" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpxsWjpcp4/YPQoo7WDhAI/AAAAAAAAFVw/MpIkBtf-MH4iSpckFB4rwdqzo6Qvm-fygCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h395/zoungrana%2Bsouleymane.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>When i am bored, while waiting in a hospital or in the wrong row in a supermarket, or even worse: at international airports or small local trainstations, i play a game i invented myself, to kill time.</p><p>The idea is simple: just pretend that you are featering in a disaster movie and recording starts about now: <i>attention... and <b>action</b>!</i> And now look at the people around you. </p><p>That elderly couple, now enjoying a cup of tax-free coffee: will she scream when calamity strikes? Will his heart survive the ordeal? Who in the crowd will present him/herself as a leader, who will loose a leg, and which individual comes up with a plan? Who in the public will panic and which persons will stay calm and focused? And who are the ones that later on in the plot want to seperate themselves from the main group, to take an alternative route to salvation? And will they live?!<br /></p><p>This entertainment i really enjoy and before you know, time's up.</p><p> Finally i want to tell you a little story about my wife. When she was much younger, the father of a girlfriend told her many stories about a popular well-liked actor, named '<i>Also Starring</i>'. And look, in alsmost every soap or drama on tv he joined the cast and the little girl later to be my spouse, clapped enthousiastically in front of the tube and shouted: "<i>Ah, yes, yes! Also doet mee!</i>" Although she couldn't really put a face on her idol.</p><p>Well, maybe it's easy to fool small childeren, but this one tale i like, because even now, when <i>Also</i> <i>Starring</i>'s name is scrolling on screen, she gets these vague warm feelings inside, of the sort that only reminiscing about one's early youth can yield.</p><p>Speaking of warm feelings: listen to the Burkina stuff i offer you today and i am sure you will download it with a smile. <br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/zmjjf4k3io33yck/Zoungrana+Souleymane+-+Sine+N'kelgue+Naam+-+Burkina+Faso.zip/file" target="_blank">Zoungrana Souleymane- Sane N'kelgue Naam</a> <br /></p><p>
</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/zoungrana-souleymane-20-01" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe> </p><p> </p><p> Als ik me ergens verveel, in een wachtkamer van een hospitaal, of in de verkeerde rij voor de kassa of, nog erger op vliegvelden en treinstations, dan doe ik vaak een spelletje dat ik ooit bedacht. </p><p>Het is heel simpel: doe alsof je in een rampenfilm speelt waarvan de opnames net zijn begonnen. En kijk met die kennis naar de mensen om je heen. Wie zijn de helden, wie gaan er gillen, wie verliest er een been? En op een gegeven moment splitst de groep zich natuurlijk. Een ander alfamannetje met een alternatief plan wil de andere kant op. Wie gaat er mee en... overleven ze?!? </p><p>Voor mij werkt dit spel prima: de tijd vliegt om.</p><p>Tot slot nog een klein verhaaltje over mijn wettige echtgenote. Als kind had iemand haar wijsgemaakt dat Also Starring een groot en bekend acteur was. Bij bijna elke serie op tv zag je zijn naam op de titelrol`: "Also Starring". En altijd als zijn naam weer op de buis verscheen, klonkt er kindergejuich van een klein meisje dat later mijn vrouw zou worden. Oke, kinderen zijn makkelijk voor de gek te houden, maar dit vind ik een leuk verhaal want nog steeds als de woorden Also Starring in beeld verschijnen, krijgt ze een vaag warm gevoel van binnen.</p><p><br /></p><p>Over warme gevoelens gesproken: luister naar de Burkinabé klanken die ik jullie vandaag presenteer en ik ben er van overtuigd dat je die met een gelukzalige glimlach zult neerladen. </p><p><br /></p>
LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-35434703670747379462021-07-15T15:24:00.003+02:002021-07-15T20:07:50.566+02:00And now, the end is near...<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqX3kiGGWbw/YO29cE_n-1I/AAAAAAAAFU8/0Zd4WGJxNsgEp-5E1aRfOIzRQeUPmoxsACLcBGAsYHQ/s300/lola-logo.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqX3kiGGWbw/YO29cE_n-1I/AAAAAAAAFU8/0Zd4WGJxNsgEp-5E1aRfOIzRQeUPmoxsACLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/lola-logo.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Lola R.I.P.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>It sometimes seems, that misfortune comes in waves. Well, here in this household we almost drowned these last few months. First our little black mongrol dog called Lola (eponym of this blog) has died at the respectable age of 14 years. We were warned: year and a half ago the vet told us that Lola had 2 more months to live, maximum, due to a little whole in her heart. We stuffed her with all kind of pills, different colours and size, for many a day. But now the vet had to put her out of her suffering. We miss her dearly. <br /><p></p><p>Then me myself was struck by several heart attacks. Luckely they did not put me out of <i>my</i> misery, but did some plumbing and now i am fine again. I even got the idea that i might be immortal now, after defeating brain heamorhage, cancer and strokes. Hmmm, we'll see.</p><p>Then my car died, twice, only to be reanimated with lots of cash. And even now it's condition is feeble. After that the cat severly damaged his right front paw. To the vet on a friday night. Then our surviving dog Oane, 13 years in age, has problems walking after a hernia. And then there are several bills and tax debts to be paid. Also someone is drawing money from our account from a place we never come. Finally today one of our chickens fell ill and had to go to the vet. She (the vet, not the chicken) has orded a brand new SUV, rumours go...<br /></p><p>So, as you can imagine, this blog took a back seat in my life. To reward your patience i offer you today some of the music i recorded myself. Don''t get too excited now: i am no David Fanshaw or Hugo Zemp. These are simple recordings of a bystander with microphone and incha'allah there is something you might like.</p><p><b>The first offering is compiled with recordings i made in Sudan, Mali, Ghana and 2 tunes from Mocambique, recorded in Amsterdam Vondelpark.</b><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dNFl0jzBFg/YO29liNBVOI/AAAAAAAAFVE/K_KgsZ6JIB4KpMxW_zF4tjnW9hKYtalywCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Image042.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1371" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dNFl0jzBFg/YO29liNBVOI/AAAAAAAAFVE/K_KgsZ6JIB4KpMxW_zF4tjnW9hKYtalywCLcBGAsYHQ/w268-h400/Image042.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p><a href=" https://www.mediafire.com/file/nc8w370i9gjtjj2/uit+eigen+microfoon-Afrika.zip/file" target="_blank">Uit eigen microfoon - Afrika</a></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">1- tune from radio Omdurman (Sudan) 'el-microphoon kanet hunaak' 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">2- Sudan-Abdellatief Ahmad Idriss, a singing taxi driver i recorded at his home on Tuti Island, a small ile where White - and Blue Nile come together. The 'ud is played by Ibrahim Aoud Babikr who then worked for radio Omdurman. 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">3- Mali-Nahawa Doumbia, fine singer from Mali, recorded in The Milky Way in Amsterdam by me standing in the crowd. 1997<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">4 - Mali - 'Welcome home Ana' by local griot in Markala. 1996<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">5- Ghana-brass on the streets of Kpando-2004</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">6 - Mocambique - rec in Vondelpark Amsterdam - Timbila te Venasi - 1995<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">7- Sudan- Bashir Abdel 'Al- singing and playing the 'ud - rec in the outdoor tea shop from ammu Salih, on the premises of radio Omdurman - 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">8- Sudan - Omdourman - Wedding - female singer+percussion and wedding guests singing a famous song of singer Hanaan Boeloe Boeloe - 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">9 - Mali-Markala - streetkids singing the '96 hit 'Fernando Mouchacha'. 1996<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">10 - Madagascar-Tiako Madagasiraka-performance at the old royal palace near Tana -2001<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">11- Ghana-rec in Alkmaar-Peace Brass Band during festival 'Moving Brass' 1993<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">12- Mali-Markala streetkids with another tune 1996<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">13- Ghana- Keta- group of childeren making fun in the evening, singing and drumming 2004</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">14- Sudan-Khartoum-Bashir Abdel A'al - a song inspired by Bob Marley, he told me. 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">15- Sudan-Tuti Island- Abdellatief Ahmad Idriss - taxi driver reprise 1987<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">16 - Sudan- outside Omdurman -Sufi- tomb of Sheikh Hamed an-Nyl - Mahdi and Dhikr 1987</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">17+18- Ghana, Kpando- the late Jerry Rawlings and his NDC election campaign tour hit town 2004<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">19- Mocambique- Timbila te Venasi-whistles 1995<br /></span></i></p><p><br /></p><p><b> Second item is compliled of tunes i recorded in Surinam, Peru, Brazil and some swamp rara</b><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/e4xv9yu7q0agf0z/uit+eigen+microfoon+-+Zuid+Amerika.zip/file" target="_blank">Uit eigen microfoon - Zuid Amerika </a></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVLCWoeYFzQ/YO29xgoKVWI/AAAAAAAAFVI/w-n-RUdNnxof4nHuIUzsXEiCEC-KnaNBACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Image089.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="2048" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVLCWoeYFzQ/YO29xgoKVWI/AAAAAAAAFVI/w-n-RUdNnxof4nHuIUzsXEiCEC-KnaNBACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h278/Image089.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></i></div><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br />1- Cuba rec at Beursplein in Amsterdam, 100 anos de Tradicion-barrel organ + trumpet+perc</span></i><p></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">2- Colombia rec Staatsliedenbuurt Amsterdam-old lady with few teeth and a taste for alcohol sings songs and does something with her guitar in order to collect some cash 1999<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">3+4- Suriname-Malobbi-funeral-drums. In the year 2000 i visited by boat some small villages along the Surinam River, home of the former marroons (they don't call themselves that) to make an item for lowland national radio about an organisation who teach women to improve their crops and at the same time work with respect for the forest. Next two songs are also from that trip-2000<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">5- Suriname- Funakaba-local womens agricultural collective-prayer and song-2000<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">6- Suriname- Maisha Kriki- local womens agricultural collective-2000</span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">7 - Haiti--Rara - </span></i><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">rec in Hertme as an entre-act on the African Music Festival. Best yearly festival ever. Eilass not this year for obvious reasons - 2018<br /></span></i></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">8- Peru-Iquitos-singer with wooden box in restaurant on Amazon river boulevard 2001<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">9 - Peru-Rio Tamachekka-shaman Vladimiro and wife -2001<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">10 - Brasil-Mapia-Amazonia-St Daime-cleaning Ayahuasca vine - 1995<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">11- Brasil-Mapia-Amazonia-St Daime-batiao-hammering the vine 1995<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">12+13 - Brasil-Amazonia-St Daime-Fazenda - 1995<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">14 - Suriname-Malobbi kids singing a song - 2000<br /></span></i></p><p><b>Last item of today consists of music i took from Asia and (a few from) Europe</b><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/6jd2q0jigm72d5k/uit+eigen+mikrofoon-Eurazie.zip/file" target="_blank">Uit eigen microfoon - Eurasia</a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtNOVcrJ9Ig/YO29_RNmx1I/AAAAAAAAFVQ/3RYV_HkZWZIGLhNjpX2PUg5hK5674TA7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCI1849.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtNOVcrJ9Ig/YO29_RNmx1I/AAAAAAAAFVQ/3RYV_HkZWZIGLhNjpX2PUg5hK5674TA7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSCI1849.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>1- Mongolia-morin khuur - when i walked into the music academie in Ulaan Bataar this is what i heared... <br /></i></span><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>2 - Azerbaijan-rec stadsgehoorzaal-Trio Mugham. During a festival dedicated to the human voice i recorded this song in the dressing room of the Trio Mugham. The singer sang with so much passion, conviction and so loud, that he could be heard in the theatre where on stage the Mongolians were humming in overtones.<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>3 - India - transvestites on a railstation. Bystanders had hugh respect for the group, they even were a little afraid... 2001<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>4 - Varanassi-main ghat along the river Ganges - a small girl called Rinky and her friends sing some Bollywood hits - 2001<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>5 - India-Kovalam- fishermen are pulling in a giant net on the beach and sing to keep their hard labour going - 2001<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>6 - India-Varanassi- Rinky reprise+temple bell</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>7 - Nepal - rec in Alkmaar-Modern Light Music Brass Band - 1993<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>8 - Fryslãn-Ureterp=local brass band. In a small village a hughe sculpture was officially reveiled with the mayor and a brass band present - 1993<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>9 - NL-Krabbegat-vastenoavond. Carnaval in the southern swamps of the lowlands <br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>10 - Mongolia-streetduo man and wife recorded in Ulaan Bataar singing and playing the accordeon </i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>11 - 13 - three sisters from Georgia sing at my downstairs neighbours house in Amsterdam<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>14 - Hungary - Budapest-Gypsy trio 1992</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>15 - Poland - Wisla - trad music from Polish mountains in the south</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>16 - Thailand - Isan - classical music from NE Thailand<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>17 - Thai - Chieng Mai - blind singer near market</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>18 - Thai - CM - restaurant music - strings and voice</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>19 - Taiwan - Saysiat - ceremony to appease the spirits of the pastaai. Once the people of the Pastaai tribe and the Saysiat tribe were close friends. The folks of the Pastaai were excellent hunters and craftsmen and they teached all those things to the folks of the Saysiat. In reward the Saysiat organised a big party once a year in order to honour and thank the Pastaai. With lots of beer, fruits, meat and delicious sweets. But during those festivities the Pastaai always drank tyoo much and were chasing and touching the female Saysiats. This was too much to take for some of the Saysiat men folk and to stop this sexual harassment, they undermined the big tree where all the Pastaai used to sleep in, close to the edge of a ravine. So in the evening, when the Pastaai intoxicated climbed in their sleeping tree, it broke and fell into the abyss, One Pastaai manages to jump off in time and scolding and swearing he left but only after he put a curse on the treacherous Saysiat tribe. Since then the Saysiat yearly organise a ceremony to keep the Pastaai spirits calm and happy to avoid serious misfortune. But it seems the curse of the Pastaai came true. These days Taiwan is overrun by mainland Han Chinese. All the indiginous tribes of the fertile lowlands are wiped out and the mountain dwellers like the Saysiat are minimized and pushed back to small infertile regions. And on top that the members of the Saysiat make some small cash by performing parts of the Pastaai ceremony for Han-chinese tourist, who after some minutes can join the ritual dance...<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>20+21 - Azeri childeren in refugee camp (from Nakhorni Karabakh after war with Armenia)199</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>22 - India - Pushkar - chaotic street brass</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>23 - NL Krabbengat - carnaval reprise<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>24 - India - Kotchin - female singer - something official in a small parc 2002<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>25 - India - Kotchin - Kathakali. 2002<br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>26 - Taiwan - funeral ceremony on a street in Taipei i happen to walk by. <br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>27 - Balkan - Balcony in Amsterdam - one day 3 musicians walked into our street<br /></i></span></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-7904121436852134962021-02-25T13:27:00.063+01:002023-07-22T19:30:57.298+02:00Tunisia<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://archive.org/embed/tunisia-3-oriental-lute-fretless-5-21" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="500"></iframe>
<p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">2 Tunisian tunes from </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: xx-small;">BM 30 L 2008</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> and one hour of religious rivalery between 2 tape sellers on Tunis souq</span> <br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBV5vbYbKFE/YDI44yrto7I/AAAAAAAAFRI/kKRwbDftNQsV09wVHbEw4QG1LR9H-W_RQCLcBGAsYHQ/s599/Tunesia%2BBM30L%2B2008-1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="599" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBV5vbYbKFE/YDI44yrto7I/AAAAAAAAFRI/kKRwbDftNQsV09wVHbEw4QG1LR9H-W_RQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h390/Tunesia%2BBM30L%2B2008-1.jpg" width="400" /></a>Once i have visited Tunesia, somewhere early this century. I flew to the capital and there at haphazard i followed my nose. It was hard to get away from the beaten tourist tracks and the times i succeeded doing this most people where friendly, but twice i have been spit in the face and scolded for being erm.... not Arab? (O. B. Laden was popular those days) It felt most unpleasant.<br /></div><p></p><p>Anyway, i am sad to say, but with all the unrest and polarisation all over the globe, i am really hesitant to visit Arab countries in these times. I have visited many of them and always have enjoyed the famous hospitality, but now it feels insecure to go there. Is this stupid? Am i a coward? Is it just because i'm gettinhg old and more easily frightened? How great it would be if we humans could see each other as fellow humans and not as 'potential enemies of our ideology'. Maybe music can help to achieve this... (he spoke naive)<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qB5qq5ae1A/YDe89I_taeI/AAAAAAAAFRg/K3bKSXuRhYUe_XW_NgQSu4lxrTjHATFsACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Tunesia-vol2-1.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2040" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qB5qq5ae1A/YDe89I_taeI/AAAAAAAAFRg/K3bKSXuRhYUe_XW_NgQSu4lxrTjHATFsACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Tunesia-vol2-1.JPG" /></a></div>These records i dedicate to all the fine memories i took home from Tunesia. First a more classical approach to Tunesian music and second link highlights an acoustic less polished, in this case religious side of society. Finally i offer you almost one hour of sound i recorded in Tunis, adjacent to the bazar. It was a friday morning and a sort of enjoyable competition was going on between several tape sellers. (sorry, different order)<br /><p></p><p><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/8w911fm6n4k9nd6/Tunisia-musical_anthology_-Barenreiter_BM30L_2008.zip/file" target="_blank">Tunisia-musical_anthology_ Bärenreiter</a></p><p><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/hqy9io1milh4in4/Tunisia__-Vol2_Religious_Songs_and_Canlillations_-_FW8862.zip/file" target="_blank">Tunisia - Vol 2 Religious Songs and Canlillations</a> <br /></p><p></p>Dit zijn twee ouwe elpees met mooie muziek uit Tunesië. Ik ben er 1 x op vakantie geweest. Toen ik <br />eindelijk van het toeristische pad afraakte, werd ik prompt in mijn gezicht gespuugd. Ousama Laden was toen nog populair. Ik heb een hoop Arabische landen bezocht en altijd met veel plezier. Maar met al die polarisatie overal, Wij tegen Zij, heb ik niet de neiging nu nog naar Midden Oosten of Noord Afrika af te reizen. Ben ik een schijtebroek? Wordt ik te oud voor al dat gedoe? Zou leuk zijn als ooit mensen elkaar als mede mensen kunnen zien en niet als 'potentiële vijanden van onze ideologie'. <p></p><p>Muziek zou daar bij kunnen helpen volgens mij... (sprak hij naief)<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><br /> <p></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-83472535681022576832021-02-08T17:30:00.007+01:002021-02-08T17:41:13.057+01:00Old is gold! Sidiki Diabate et son ensemble (Mali)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gG791jyAvlg/YCFaZ8Z48JI/AAAAAAAAFQk/BhlxDSjH2Y4GIfgkwZV8m3DmlGfHgBZzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/SidikiDiabate-vr.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1984" data-original-width="2048" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gG791jyAvlg/YCFaZ8Z48JI/AAAAAAAAFQk/BhlxDSjH2Y4GIfgkwZV8m3DmlGfHgBZzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h388/SidikiDiabate-vr.JPG" width="400" /></a>This is a wonderful elpee i cherish for many many years, This, for me, is the good stuff. </div><p></p><p>Just a minute ago i checked YouTube if there is more of this singer to be found. To my joy many items sprung up. </p><p>To my regret most video's were from another artist, a younger member of the family with the same name. </p><p>This youthfull talent was aslaved by the same addiction that many young African musicians fall victim to: 'auto tune'. </p><p>On Westafrican internet radio's you'll hear this soundeffect-for-the-voice much too much too much. Perhaps it was nice one hundred years ago when Cher...</p><p> Well, let's not get carried away; better let us focus on the good things in life.</p><p> </p><p> <a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/s1rk1jmcabwbis8/Rythme_et_chants_du_Mali_-Sidiki_Diabate_et_son_ensemble_-SAF50077.zip/file" target="_blank">Rythmes et chants du Mali - Sidiki Diabate et son ensemble</a></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82flp79sdcE/YCFmywgqskI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/Z1wtvDHK-_4lMqPUypGjhNrYISIR0FLBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/sidiki%2Bdiabate08r.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1949" data-original-width="2048" height="191" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82flp79sdcE/YCFmywgqskI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/Z1wtvDHK-_4lMqPUypGjhNrYISIR0FLBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h191/sidiki%2Bdiabate08r.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><p> Dit is een hele fijne plaat, al zeg ik het zelf. Mooie, rustige traditionele muziek, met gevoel gezongen, puik begeleidt. Wel met akoestische gitaren, dus totaal traditioneel mag je het niet noemen, volgens de puristen en fijnslijpers. Voor hen die streng zijn in de leer, doe ik onderstaande link erbij: een NCRV radioprogram uit 1965 met de titel:<br /></p><p><a href="https://archive.org/details/AfrikaaLeeftOpNoten " target="_blank">Afrika Leeft Op Noten - NCRV radio uit 1965: </a><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p>LolaRadiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00780390444419118089noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816735902054755.post-21623103040148404322021-02-07T19:34:00.008+01:002022-03-26T19:49:19.727+01:00Music vs cold - and the winner is: Papus Diarra (Mali)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rka8KXDWNos/YCAl1yK1LdI/AAAAAAAAFQU/EL98jSexdEs0tj21D1ktt4ZO0HsbWh6kQCLcBGAsYHQ/s993/Bilassiraba-52-sleeve.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="993" height="517" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rka8KXDWNos/YCAl1yK1LdI/AAAAAAAAFQU/EL98jSexdEs0tj21D1ktt4ZO0HsbWh6kQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h517/Bilassiraba-52-sleeve.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Today it is bitter cold in het swamps. Storm from the east, temperatures well below zero (-12 Celsius) and swirling snow wherever you look. I live in a white white world. <br /></p><p>To help the stove making inside conditions bearable, i apply some warm blooded music. My choice for today, is a cassette i bought in Segou, Anno Domini 1996. In my opinion it is a really nice tape. It was very popular in Mali that year and i could admire him several times on television. Childeren in the yard loved him; thought him to be really funny. Maybe because he was wearing women's dresses, including headwear. </p><p>Nowadays you can find his songs on Spotify and YouTube, so perhaps the name of this artist is not new for you. But if it is, new for your eares, i'm almost sure it might warm your heart. If not, eh....<br /></p><p><a href="https://www.mediafire.com/file/6sg9j5uyw8t9nhf/papa_diarra_1996.zip/file" target="_blank">Papa Gaoussou Diarra - Bilasiraba 52 </a></p><p>Als je in ons kikkerland woont, werd je dag op het moment dat ik dit schreef, bepaald door storm en sneeuw. Code Rood, zoals dat heet. Laatst was er een vrouw in het nieuws. Haar naam was Co de Rood. Humor ligt op straat, zo blijkt maar weer. Soms bedekt door een laagje ijs of sneeuw. </p><p>Het dreigen koude weken te worden, niks voor mij. In de media begint het gezemel over de Elfstedentocht weer. Gek genoeg hoor ik hier in het Heitelân er nooit iemand over. Die kijken op hun beurt weer raar op hun neus als ze horen dat deze Tocht der Tochten ooit bedacht is door dezelfde Fries die voetbal en atletiek naar de Lage Landen bracht en bovendien ook nog eens de Vierdaagse bedacht.</p><p>Ik hou niet van sport en ik hou niet van kou. Remedie? Extra blokje in de kachel (eigen haard is hout waard!) en iets warmbloedigs op de luidsprekers. Voor nu kies ik een bandje dat ik in de tweede helft jaren negentig vorige eeuw uit Mali meebracht. Inmiddels issie ook te vinden op Spotify en YouTube. Mocht deze muzikant eerder aan je aandacht ontsnapt zijn, dan zal deze download ongetwijfeld een aangename verrassing vooor je blijken te zijn, als ik je zo een beetje inschat...</p><p>Deze cassette was lokaal redelijk populair toen ik m kocht, en een paar keer zag ik de artiest op tv. De kinderen op het erf waren dol op 'm : Papus droeg op de buis namelijk dameskleding en die omdraaiing van geslachtelijke rollen is voor velen nog altijd gulle bron voor vermaak. Mijn aanbeveling? Neerladen die handel en afspelen op hoog volume (mits verantwoord natuurlijk)</p>
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