i’ve always had a thing for fusion, regardless of how dated the term may be, it awakens something in me that makes me feel like part of something bigger. perhaps i’m just channeling my own fused reality as part of my inherited african rural milieu or my escapist passion for dead can dance. as a ex-disco queen this took my mother some time to get used to, ‘i can’t understand a word of what they’re singing’. that said, this has less to do with identity than appreciation. it is something peter gabriel’s realworld label picked up on seriously in the nineties and it spurred an eye opening awareness to the mainstream music industry. even madonna sat up and listened. the point being that the historical wealth of music that we have should not end up in a museum, but be allowed to live endlessly as part of our future. integrated and renewed, adapted and alive. there are a few artists who exemplify the collusion between the ancient eurasian sounds and modern sounds. besides the fact that this kind of music is unimaginably moving and makes me mindful of the treasures of historical diversity, it always succeeds in grounding me…