This. was. the. first. I sought this. Hard copy. CD. From a record fair in a village hall or something. When the Internet wasn't even MySpace. Music was words from friends. Best way.

God give me feet for dancing... enough. said. But more, ive never tasted dollar wine, maybe never will. I've never wandered the streets of lagos or bamako, but eyes wide open, high life, Nigeria 80, my feet are moving....

MySpace. 2005. Rabbit fur coat.

Deep breath. Feels. Hollow, like a city without a soul. Drained, like those dry docks. I'm not a coastal boy. But my people must have been. An affinity for boats.