An extraordinary show by Malian superstar Salif Keita at Celebrate Brooklyn last night. The entire bandshell was on its feet, dancing wildly to Afropop rhythms that came out sounding like a mix of club beats, funk, and gospel. Keita, 58, was clearly channeling some sort of extranormal power, his emotive, quavering voice sending us thousands into an ecstatic trance (including one grandmother who danced down the center aisle, cane raised above her head.) It was like witnessing the return of the Godfather - times 10.
More pics here.
I never made it above Bleecker St. during yesterday's Make Music New York, but still managed a full plate of punk, indie, jazz and new music on a long, gorgeous summer day. You can check out my pics here; feel free to share what you all saw/heard yesterday.
Louis Andriessen's "Workers' Union", outside Cornelia St. Cafe