|a bunch of bodies in Bristol|
B.A.F.T.As last night..
Oscars not far off...
But you know what.....
A nomad, orphan.
He saw his father executed as a rebel.
He is 6 or 7 years old
He arrives at a small Saharan settlement
And in the square someone is projecting a film onto the white wall of a house.
The film is a cowboy film and under the Saharan night he watches a group of cowboys sitting around a campfire singing.
One is playing a guitar.
It must be night time and since this is the desert the stars above him must be incredible to marvel at.
Yet the boy is not looking, he has never seen a guitar before; it is not part of his culture and he is entranced.
He sets out to find one.
But he takes an old bicycle frame and strings it crudely with wire.
Some versions say a stick, a tin box and bicycle wire.
Maybe the brake cables.
Then he starts a journey of exploration into the traditions from which this music.
His first find is a John Lee Hooker.
In 2011 he and his band win a Grammy.
Just a story.