Many ages ago, I was introduced to the music of the late griot desert-rock and groove master Ali Farka Touré. His hypnotic tunes always put me in a state of contradiction: traveling sounds becoming a static liminal space where storytelling transcends the Babel Tower restrictions of language to tap into a communication deeper than meaning. And though he disappeared into that realm past the signpost of the living nearly 20 years ago, his son Vieux Farka Touré continues manning the sonic caravan, with many improvements of his own woven into the sails. This show should be superb and the Arcata Theatre Lounge will be starting things up around 7 p.m. for those of you worried about the clock tomorrow morning ($33.59).
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