Finally taking the time to write some words here about my "musical journey" in Kenya. It's late Sunday morning and I'm sitting in a little cyber-cafe with Gordon, one of my close musician friends. Still pretty spaced out after a long day and late night yesterday, not sure where to begin...

We had our first gig together yesterday, playing at a school for disabled children on the outskirts of Nairobi. After about an hour or so of crammed, dusty and bumpy matatu bus rides we finally arrived there and I was about to fall over from the experience. Have been a bit under the weather for the last few days, maybe just my system adjusting to life here. Each day when I head to and from Peter's house and the downtown area I get an overabundant dose of toxic exhaustic dust from the clogged and traffic-infested streets of Nairobi and find my nostrils clogged with black funk in the evening. One of the many rough realities of life in the urban developing world. Still, the bumping beats of roots, dancehall, hip hop and all else that's good in the music world blaring from the boosted sound systems in the privately owned "Matatu" buses seems to make up for it all as I hurdle through the urban street scape. Music is here that's for sure and it comes filtering through the exhaust clouds, dusty potholes, rusty rooster crows and shrill voices of kids calling out from the school yards and road sides...

Getting a bit abstract here and didn't even get a chance to convey the beautiful moments at the school gig yesterday. Well, that will come soon.... Time to head back out to the East African sunshine and the new day to come!

Give thanks for life!!!