By Jesse Kornbluth
Published: Mar 15, 2012
The attraction of grits? Let's see. Only 110 calories a serving (but that's before you drop a butter gob on them). 87% carbohydrates (about average for the All American Diet). A good way to get corn into your body first thing in the morning (though if you are on the All American Diet, there will be corn aplenty in your body before the end of the day).
Oh, the taste of grits? My family lived in Nashville for 25 years, so Lord knows I've had many opportunities to get down with grits, but...the charm eluded me. It didn't elude Mitt Romney, who, as you know, acquired both a love of cheesy grits and a Southern accent in the days before the Mississippi and Alabama primaries.
Hearing that drawl was just the start of the week's weirdness. We also witnessed a Goldman Sachs banker kicking sand in Lloyd Blankfein's face on the way out of the firm. And, even crazier, the coach of the New York Knicks had to quit because the beautiful team play personified by Jeremy Lin had to be sacrificed to the ego of ball hog Carmelo Anthony, who was, deliciously, described in the Times as "the third highest scorer in the history of the Denver Nuggets."
Weeks like this, and I want to go where the weather suits my clothes. Or listen to music from far away, with lyrics I cannot possibly understand. If this American life also makes you long for a wider, stranger view.... well, what's more exotic than music smartly mixed from the traditions of Spain, Algeria, Morocco and the 14th century? Lots of inspiration here. And no carbs....
Do you remember --- it wasn't that long ago --- when every Northern Italian restaurant played the same music at night?
You know what I mean: the Gipsy Kings.
If so, you remember their signature song, the loud, attention-seeking "Bamboleo."
And, if you're like me, you remember how sick of them you became after your twentieth or twenty-fifth Groundhog Night encounter with their music.
I beg you: Don't let the cultural antibodies created by over-exposure to the Gipsy Kings stop you from expanding your World Music collection by one indispensable CD, Radio Tarifa's seductive, addictive "Rumba Argelina."
Rumba? Really? Yes. And no.
Rumba began life as African music. Slavery brought it to the New World, then back to Spain. The music of the Gipsy Kings is mostly the Spanish-based rumba flamenco --- a passionate, raspy singer slams the lyrics against a pulsating flamenco melody. Radio Tarifa is far more subtle. "Rumba Argelina" means "Algerian Rumba," which suggests a blend of Spanish and African music that's richer, quieter and far more satisfying.
For those who have never been to Tarifa --- that's almost all of us --- let's break out our maps of Spain. is the end of the line --- in ancient days, it was considered, literally, the end of the world. Just down the road from Gibraltar, it looks across at Morocco. You are invited to imagine that boats going back and forth carried more than fruit and contraband.
The concept of "Radio Tarifa" is that of a radio station --- an imaginary channel you dial into at night. The air is warm. There's a brisk wind off the water. The DJ --- I see him wearing wire-rims and writing poetry and smoking cigarettes; he started doing this gig when his marriage ended --- takes pride in his work. The music just....flows.
And me, here in America? I've got the lights down. Or off. Smoke curls from my fingers. There's a glass of something by my elbow. The music begins, and so do the dreams. I'm in a cafe by the sea, in jeans and a white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Or it's midnight, and, in a nod to "Spanish hours," my friends and I are meeting at a steakhouse along the coast for dinner. Or...but sometimes I drift so far I can't place where I am and how I got there. No matter: I'm both alert and relaxed, full of thoughts and fantasies that I don't feel any need to write down. Yes, this is Trance Music. [To buy the CD from Amazon, click here. For the MP3 download, click here.]
The musicians of Radio Tarifa may be folk heroes in Spain, but they're unknown here in America. I saw them perform once in New York, and they were astonishing. First, the range of instruments: electric guitar, ney (Arabic flute), oud (Moroccan lute), oboe, soprano sax, bass, and a great variety of hand drums than I'd ever seen before. And then, the diverse kinds of music --- flamenco, Arabic, Middle Eastern, jazz, rock, medieval chants in Latin, music, Oriental, German, Andalusian, Sephardic, Sanabrian --- woven into a tapestry with universal appeal. And, finally, their sheer artistry. They know how good they are, they don't need to show off.
There's a bit of static on the CD sometimes, just to remind you of the radio concept. And once, between songs, the splash of small waves. Not the sort of thing you'd hear over the crowd noise of an Italian restaurant.
Then again, this isn't a CD you're likely to hear in a restaurant. It is, rather, exactly when connoisseurs mean when they speak lovingly of a "rare find."