|Tinariwen got the crowd excited on the second night of Clockenflap|
|Toasted sesame seeds in a grooved ceramic bowl with a pestle|
We sat there quietly and you could hear the swish of the seeds going around the bowl and soon after we started smelling the gorgeous rich aroma of the roasted sesame seeds already filling the air. I decided to try to be as efficient as possible and not grind them too hard and keep the same tempo.
|Tanahashi demonstrates how he meditates|
After several minutes he said we could stop and we were each given a spoon and try the grounded sesame paste. Mine tasted nutty. Then he told us to try other people's ground sesame seeds. Each of them tasted different! Some ground them so hard that they were about to become like a paste, while others like me were still at the roughly ground stage.
He explained that machine made sesame paste tastes exactly the same, while the ones done by hand each taste different.
This calm, chilled experience was contrasted with watching Mali group Tinariwen on the main stage at Clockenflap at 6pm.
I checked back on my blog and found out I had seen them five years earlier -- I had thought it was two -- and they were amazing. One of my friends dragged us out to watch them perform at the Hong Kong Cultural Centre and I'm so glad she did.
|The ultra chilled Tinariwen from Mali heating up the stage|
There was one older man dancing on stage practically all night until one of the songs he grabbed a bright red electric guitar and started strumming away.
And only in Hong Kong.