Lanzarote, eight o’clock in the morning, October 10th (!) – Papagayo Beaches (we’ll meet on the second bay from the right side, be careful while climbing down – this happens in collaboration with the former head of the festival Musica Visual de Lanzarote)
The sandy beaches are a unique natural feature between mighty lava rocks. You can drive by car almost to the beach itself. For the more ecologically inclined, a walk over the hills will bring you to one of the many bays. You won’t need a bathing costume here, but you will need water to drink to take with you. Little bars and snack restaurants are only on the hill next to the last parking area at the end of the dirt road.
… the weather will be fabulous, the sea another invitation … swimming, talking, scrambled eggs with canarian potatoes … part of the morning program will be a deep listening session of Lucinda Williams‘ re-recording of her old time album „Sweet Old World“ – and a brand new interview with her (to be listened to on smart, waterproof UE BOOM boxes drifting on the surface of the sea nearby.) She talks on childhood, re-visiting the past, and the ghosts of Highway 20.
This is definitely no joke, but Ildefonso (the special guest) and me might be the only ones regarding the short time of preparation. Just check your time resources. Unexpected guests are welcome, too. It never rains in Southern Lanzarote. I will stay there between Oct. 8 and Oct.15. – and live in a house by the sea that César Manrique built.
In the early years of the century I was the go-between between the Deutschlandfunk (Harald Rehmann’s jazz- and far-out-of-jazz-department) and the annual festival, buying the best concerts from the caves for broadcasting, and meeting beloved musicians, David Darling, Eberhard Weber, young Christian Wallumrod, Arve Henriksen (who, in a hotel in Costa Teguise, invited me to come to the first Punktfestival of Kristiansand) – Bang on a Can performed „Music For Airports“ – and Brian E. did a live-concert at the bottom of a volcano. „Asanti habari habari habari / Asanti nabana nabana nabana“ …