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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Master Musicians of Joujouka featured Antibothis book anthology and CD compilation out now

 The first release by Master Musicians of Joujouka recorded at the Master Musicians of Joujouka Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival 29 July 2008  is out now from Antibothis

The Master Musicians of Joujouka track is 
Habibi Wan Amali/ My love what more have I
L'Aitta /The Call

Recorded in Joujouka/Jajouka/Zahjouka on the same spot the Masters played  40 years to the day before  the Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones recorded the Master Musicians of Joujouka "Brian Jones presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka" LP (Rolling Stones Records 1971).
Produced by Frank Rynne
Engineered by David Slevin
Mixed at  Virtu Stdios, Dublin, Ireland.

The Book anthology and Cd is available for 15 Euos from the Antibothis website http://www.antibothis.com/pages/buy.php

The book features “Brian Jones Joujouka Rolling Stone” by Frank Rynne, an account of Frank Rynne's work with Joujouka since 1992 and the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival

ANTIBOTHIS - Occultural Anthology 3
Book anthology + cd compilation.
135 PAGES, IN ENGLISH
Featuring articles from:
The anti-civilizationist author JOHN ZERZAN on "Silence".
LIAM SIONNACH from Earth First on " Becoming an Anti-Capitalist Ecological Social Force".
CHAD HENSLEY on " Dead Lays".
EWEN CHARDRONNET on "Molecules of Combat".
IONA MILLER on " Sasha´s Ecstasy & the Agony of CONtrollers".
JOE AMBROSE on " The Darker Side of Me - White Irish".
NIGEL AYERS on "All Killer, No Filler".
WILFRED HOU JE BEK on "In Defense of Primate Poetics".
FRANK RYNNE on " Brian Jones Joujouka Rolling Stone".
RANDALL PYKE on " Neo-Anarchist Dream State".
ADI NEWTON and JANE RADION NEWTON on "The Denizens of Beyond".

Antibothis cd compilation includes:
The Master Musicians of Joujouka, Lydia Lunch with Philippe Petit, Checkpoint 303, Kal Cahoone, Gintas K, Orbit Service, Anla Courtis, Stpo, Jabe Radion Newton and Adi Newton / T.A.G.C.,  Zeitkratzer, Pietro Riparbelli/K11, Gjoll.
PRICE : 15.00 euros with postage included everywhere,payable through Paypal , please go to Buy Books link.
Published by Associação Chili com Carne and Thisco
THISCOvery CChanel collection
First edition, May 2010
Cover art & illustration by
André Lemos - opuntya-syndrome.blogspot.com
Design by
João Cunha
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Master Musicians Festival 4-6 June Booking Now www.joujouka.net

Special thanks to Thisco for his selfless work.
About Antibothis 
ANTIBOTHIS is a collection of book anthologies featuring texts, interviews showcasing a variety of ideas that  are a genuine alternative to the dogma of conformity, the commitment to disconnect the cables of corporhate  coolonization, disinverting cultural reality through the dissemination and dispersion of alternatives vortices of  information and infinite chaotic propaganda, speculation, simulation, stimulation, to revolutionize the dynamics of life in a total process of cultural transformation, reclaiming our guts and revolt in the name of imagination in  opposition to a toxic life of low awareness, herd mentality and programmed though, infecting human minds and alter their behaviour.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

More Joujouka from Maroc 1 TV Co-operative pour de Development Sidi Ahmed Skiech de Zahjouka Festival

Another clip from Maroc 1 TV of the Master Musicians and Boujeloud 2006.


Filmed at The Festival Sidi Ahmed Sheich Zahjouka/Jajouka/Joujouka 2006 and broadcast on the Moroccan national channel Maroc 1.
This festival is supported and attended by  the Governor of Larache province, the local government, the Caid of Tatoft. It  is organised by the local Co-operative pour de Development Sidi Ahmed Skiech de Zahjouka which provides employment for the women of the village. This festival is  an annual showcase of the community's products, cheese, bread, traditional weaving, woolen goods, and olive products which the co-operative markets for the villagers. The co-operative's efforts to employ women for cash wages is hugely popular locally. In its efforts to preserve the local culture the co-operative and local government also helped finance the building of the Master Musicians new Madrassa (school for music) which was built by the musicians and the villagers in the traditional mountain style.

The co-operative also helps the local farmers develop their  livestock such as goats and cattle for cheese production. These initiatives, funded by the Kingdom of Morocco with assistance from the European Union were introduced in recent years partly as part of the program of eradication of illegal hashish production in the Ahl Srif mountains and Larache province and under new programs of His Majesty Mohamed VI to develop the north of the country.

At 00.32 Mallim Ali Abdelslam El Attar the oldest Master Musicians can be seen standing at the end of the line of musicians. This year Ali Attar turns 101years of age. Boujeloud (Mohamed Hatmi).


Booking for the Master Musicians of Joujouka own  Festival 4-6 June 2010. www.joujouka.net

Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 4-6 June 2010 Booking Now for Joujouka/Jajouka Morocco



Book Now for the Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 4-6 June, Joujouka/Jajouka Morocco



Stay in the homes of true Master Musicians and experience 3 days in intimate contact with the ancient music and its present day true practitioners.
This event is an ethical festival featuring traditional Sufi trance.

2 day and 3 day tickets available on the official site of the Sufi brotherhood who continue their traditions in their village in the foothills of the Rif Mountains, the Ahl Srif Djebel.

www.joujouka.net

Details and booking from the festival blog http://brianjonesjoujoukafestival.blogspot.com/2010/02/master-musicians-of-joujouka-festival-4.html
NB This is festival run by the only group of Master Musicians who live and play amongst their tribe.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 4-6 June 2010 Booking Now for Joujouka Morocco 2010

Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 4-5 June 2010 with optional extra night 6th June 2010
Place: Joujouka, (Jajouka), Morocco.
Booking  Master Musicians of Joujouka website   or below.

Boujeloud dances at the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival, 
Joujouka, Morocco July 2008. Photo Jill Furmanovsky/Rock Archive

The Master Musicians announce their summer festival will be held 4-6June 2010 in their village in Morocco. Guests will stay with the musicians and their families and experience three days and nights of ritual Sufi music in its natural setting. On Saturday 5 June the musicians will perform the Boujeloud ritual in the village square through the night. In July 2008 the Master Musicians of Joujouka hosted the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival in their village in the southern Rif Mountains of Northern Morocco. The festival was a celebration of fortieth anniversary of Brian Jones’ recording the iconic LP Brian Jones presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka (Rolling Stones Records 1971). The festival brought the families of old Masters now passed on and a group of visitors from abroad including old friends of the errant Rolling Stone.

In 2009 the Master Musicians festival moved to June as the tempreture at the end of July can be above 40C. The festival was a great success and was reported on in The Wire magazine  October, 2009.

Guests will experience life in Joujouka staying with the musicians and their families in their isolated village. The Master Musicians of Joujouka will play in intimate sessions around their madrassa/school. The highlight of the festival wwill be the village’s celebration of the Boujeloud ritual in the village square.

Places at the festival are strictly limited as due to accommodation limitations with the families in Joujouka/Jajouka. Guests will be collected from Ksar El Kebir the nearest town to Joujouka on Friday 5th June and will be brought to the village. Full board will be provided. Food will be prepared in traditional Joujouka fashion from locally sourced produced. Joujouka is a framing community well as Sufi trance music the village is famous for its beautiful olives and olive oil.

The festival is booking now. The price for the main two days of the festival 4-5 June is €250 euro.
Accommodation for 4, 5, and 6 June is €300 (Euro)

Guests will be collected at Moulay El Mehdi train station in Ksar El Kebir on June 4th and transported to Joujouka or by arrangement . For Moroccan trains see www.oncf.ma

Full board lunch and evening meal on Friday 4 June
Breakfast, Lunch and traditional Moroccan mountain feast on Saturday 5
Breakfast (all guests) plus  lunch, and evening meal on Sunday 6th (for those with three day bookings)
For payment by credit transfer please email me for details joujouka@gmail.com
Places are limited to 75.
If you have any questions please do get in touch. joujouka@gmail.com 

Joujouka 2-day EUR 250, 4-5 June 2010

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Joujouka 3-day EUR 300 4-6 June 2010
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Tickets for Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 2010 will be available from tomorrow

Tickets for the Master Musicians of Joujouka Festival 4-5 June, 2010, Joujouka/Jajouka, Morocco go on sale tomorrow on joujouka.net.

There will be an option of a third night on 6 June.
Bookings paid in full by 31 December will recieve a free copy of the Master Musicians of Joujouka "Joujouka Black Eyes" CD or "Boujeloud " CD.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Brian Jones 40th Anniversary special radio Broadcast


Brian Jones (28 February 1942 – 3 July 1969)
R.I.P.
To commemorate the 40th Anniversary of the untimely death of Brian Jones there is a special radio broadcast featuring Donovan and Julian Jones plus the homage to Brian written by Mohamed Hamri "Brian Jones Joujouka very Stoned".
The Master Musicians of Joujouka's thoughts are with Brian and his family on this day.

If you missed it try http://www.rocksoff.org/h9-brianjones-40th.mp3

ROCKS OFF - The Rolling Stones Message Board

This is to invite you to listen on-line--- LIVE our web-radio special dedicated to commemorate Brian Jones life and his contribution to the music of the sixties, of course making emphasis in his work with the Stones, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, his soundtrack, his gingle, his World-music experimentation, etc, etc

Again, you can call us and contribute to this programme, we are trying to get a two-hour special this time. We’re gonna have simultaneous translation to English and to Spanish

Now the good news, we’re going to have some very special guests, Donovan, yes the legendary Donovan already confirmed and Julian was invited and we’re waiting his confirmation.

In addition to the best of Brian we’re gonna put some songs dedicated to Brian like “Local Boy Chops Wood” by Donovan and one or two songs by Julian.

The appointment is on Friday, 3rd July 2009, we’re gonna be on the local air and on the world wide cyber air!

Live Signal: http://ibero909.fm/index.php/envivo
Windows Media Player: http://ibero909.fm/index.php/envivowmp
Real Player: http://ibero909.fm/index.php/envivorealplayer
Phone: +52-(55)-5292-5909
Instant Messenger: obladioblada909@hotmail.com

•Stones Song

•Stones Song

•Degree of Murder (audio extracted from DVD) with Jimmy Page and Nicky Hopkins

•Stones Song

•Rice Crispis Jingle

•Thank you for being there my love a poem by Brian Jones performed by Julian Jones

•"You know my name, look up my number" w/The Beatles

•My Little One w/Jimi Hendrix, Dave Mason and Mitch Mitchell

•Heavy Inside (Julian) a song inspired by and dedicated to Brian

•Local Boy Chops Wood a song composed and performed by Donovan, dedicated to Brian

• Brahim Jones Joujouka Very Stoned (A song dedicated by the MMOJ to Brian)


Donovan and Linda will be on the air, after "Local Boy Chops Wood"


Time Schedule

Monday, June 29, 2009

THE MASTER MUSICIANS OFJOUJOUKA MARK 40 YEARS SINCE BRIAN JONES CAME CALLING. Mojo Oct 2008


"You Should be trancin'" Mark Paytress reports on last year's Master Musicians of Joujouka, Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival in Joujouka which took place July 29-30, 2008.


You Should be trancin

by Mark Paytress Mojo, October, 2008.

THE MASTER MUSICIANS OF JOUJOUKA MARK 40 YEARS SINCE BRIAN JONES CAME CALLING ON THE GREAT GOD PAN.

BY MARK PAYTRESS

A tiny man wrapped In goat-skins brings his frenzied movements to an.. abrupt standstill in front of MOJO's reporter, undercover in fez and ankle-length djellaba for the night. He fixes my gaze like a man possessed, rolls his head rapidly from side to side, and starts whipping me with an olive branch. Have I really travelled 2,000 miles to endure this?

Yes, of course.This is all part of the ancient Rites of Pan, an annual ceremony that takes place in the foothills oft heRif Mountains in north Morocco, where the 500 or so villagers of Joujouka gather in a dusty square for a through-the-night Boujeloud ritual that will ensure the fertility of both crops and community.


Tonight, though, the event has special significance. Forty years earlier, on July 29,1968, Rolling Stones guitarist Brian Jones, together with Olympic Studios engineer George Chkiantz, rolled into the village with a 2-track Uher and recorded what writer William Burroughs called the "diabolic music" of The Master Musicians of Joujouka. Released in October 1971, two years after Jones's death, Brian Jones Presents The Pipes Of Pan At Joujouka remains a land- mark in what's now called world music. It also made Jones - famously unloved by his band at this point - a legend out here. "He looked strange with his big hair," recalls 94-year-old Abdeslam El Attar, who played on the album, but still the villagers cele-brate him in song: "Ah Brahim Jones/Joujouka very stoned".

Tonight, MOJO is among 40 or so awe-struck non- villagers following in the footsteps of the dandy prince of '60s pop. Some such as Michael Dean Odin Pollock from Iceland, are here thanks to Jones.

Others, like Mark English from Texas, come via the beat generation connection or, like Maeve Mooney from Sligo, Ireland, because they are simply "in love with the idea of the whole trance thing".

Also in attendance is Anita Pallenberg, Jones's girlfriend on his earlier visits to Morocco. Slim, chain-smoking and approachable (at least, when no one pokes a microphone at her), she spends much of her time capturing the amber, surprisingly verdant landscapes in her sketch- book. "Brian was pure," she says, when asked what had brought Jones to this remote, unforgiving corner of the globe. "He probably enjoyed the purity because he was so impure!" adds her companion, John Dunbar, one-time spouse of Marianne Faithful! Who remembers the golden Stone enthusing wildly about the tapes on his return to London in August 1968.


This unique event is the brainchild of Frank Rynne, one-time frontman for The Baby Snakes and a passionate advocate of the music of Joujouka, who's been coming to the village since 1994. He's produced three CDs for the Master Musicians and has plans to release this anniversary performance on CD and DVD. "The musicians have had a lot of problems keeping control of their own heritage," he says, a likely reference to Bachir Attar's breakaway group that performs a more Western- friendly version of the music. "This doesn't sit well with musicians who are used to that collective approach playing very pure folk music," he adds.


For four lazy days and exhilarating nights, MOJO gets a taste of life as part of that collective. In the village are 200 or so dwellings, including a mosque and a shrine to the local saint, Sidi Ahmed Scheich, alias The Healer Of Crazy Minds. Further up the mile-long dirt-track that leads to the village is the house of local son Hamri, 'The Picasso of Morocco', who brought writers Paul Bowles, Brion Gysin and William Burroughs here, as well as Jones. Hamri died in 2000, but the newly built guest house, where the Master Musicians treat us to long, spontaneous performances of their hypnotic healing music, looks down on his old residence in silent recognition of his work on behalf of the village. It is here that, sans footwear, we take refuge from the scorching heat, the cash hungry youths and the diamond-backed viper that we met while visiting Boujeloud's cave further up the hill. It's also where we eat: lamb shanks for the carnivores, whole fish, carrots and potatoes for those who decline the invitation to witness the 90-minute transformation of a sheep into a meal. Accompanied by giant wheels of Moroccan bread and incongruous bottles of Coke and Fanta, it's heavy fare, as your reporter discovers when invited to shake a little post-meal action. "Mesyen besef!"cry the Masters.


No one can compete with goat-man Boujeloud, though, whose manic, shiver'n'shake moves make Cocker, Curtis and Fay Fife seem positively sluggish in comparison. As the nine royally attired Masters hit their Rite stride, the shrill drones and darting melodies of their oboe-like rhaitas weaving a mesmerising spell over the pounding tebels, and a glowing bonfire lights up the shadowy, rock- strewn square, Boujeloud whips up the crowd. A two-foot kif pipe goes round. Boisterous boys in the shadows leap and yell uncontrollably as the hairy apparition chases them with his fertility stick. A giant toad emerges from under a rock. High only on the distinctly pagan-like vibe, your reporter soon feverishly succumbs to what Jones described as "the spirit and magic of Joujouka".


Had Jones returned here again in spring 1969, as he intended before being sacked by the Stones, the tragic course of his life might have been altered. However, while history can not be changed, the mysteries of this music from the Moroccan hills also endure. Back in London several days later, the sounds of Joujouka play on in my head. This Moroccan roll is strong stuff, indeed.

Anita Pallenberg and John Dunbar, Joujouka, July 28 2008. Photo Frank Rynne

Acting THE GOAT

THE 4,000-YEAR-OLD

ROCK'N'ROLL BAND

EXPLAINED

It was acid advocate Timothy Leary who first dubbed the Master Musicians Of Joujouka 'The Four Thousand YearOld Rock'n'Roll Band" in his Jail Notes memoir in 1971. He did so on the advice of William Burroughs (left!, who saw parallels between the Boujeloud rite and the ancient Greek god Pan, and concluded that the ritual music had a similar provenance. What is certain is that Joujouka's original Sufi musicians came to the mountains of Al-Sherif from Persia around the seventh century. One thousand years later, this sacred music was co-opted by the Royal Court of Morocco, whose Sultans saw it both as an aid to healing and as a rousing prelude to battle. The Legend Of Boujeloud, as chronicled by Hamri in his 1975 book of short stories. Tales of Joujouka, tells of the cave-dwelling goat-man who gifts villager Attar with a flute in exchange for the hand of a local woman. The annual ritual re- enacts Boujeloud's arrival, his encounter with Crazy Aysha, and his departure, that leaves the villagers transformed and spiritually regenerated. "It works!" insists Frank Rynne. "Anita was feeling a bit ill when she arrived, but after hearing the music, she's feeling great.


Boujeloud, July, 2008 copyright Jill Furmanovsky/Rock Archive

See PDF of article


Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Rolling Stone’s Moroccan odyssey

Joujouka during the Brian jones Festival photo by Marc English

This article was published last year prior to the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival in Joujouka. There are two segments of music and some great images from the festival on the Master Musicians of Joujouka Myspace Photos. See blogs for more info.

This year's festival takes place on the weekend of 5-7 June in Joujouka and guest will saty in the beautiful mountains of the Ahl Srif in the houses of the musicians and their families. This is an oppurtunity to come to Joujouka and see hear the World famous home under open stars. Enjoy the food of the mountains and rejoice in the The Master Musicians of Joujouka celebration of life through music with the people of Joujouka.
Booking Master Musician of Joujouka website


Click on newspaper to read original article.

A Rolling Stone’s Moroccan odyssey

The Irish Times
22 Jul 2008

WHEN I FIRST visited Morocco in 1994, I took a one-way charter flight to Malaga and a ferry across the Straits of Gibraltar. On one side of the Straits were the burnt hills of Southern Spain, on the other the high colossus of the Rif Mountains. Soon I...read more...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
A Rolling Stone's Moroccan odyssey
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The group's founder member Brian Jones's obsession with the haunting music of Joujouka is to be recalled at a Moroccan festival in his honour, writes Frank Rynne .

WHEN I FIRST visited Morocco in 1994, I took a one-way charter flight to Malaga and a ferry across the Straits of Gibraltar. On one side of the Straits were the burnt hills of Southern Spain, on the other the high colossus of the Rif Mountains.

Soon I was standing in the ship's restaurant being inspected by curious frontier police in line with Djellaba clad men, women in fine silk robes and the odd backpacker. Having had my passport stamped in Arabic script, I could stay up to three months. Arriving at Tangier port, I was assailed by offers of taxi rides, protection, and beggars. The contrast with the sedate south of Spain could not have been greater.

I made my way to the Café de Paris to meet Hamri. Hamri had famously brought Beat writers Paul Bowles, William Burroughs and the painter Brion Gysin to his village in the 1950s. In the 1960s, he had taken Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones and LSD guru Timothy Leary. By 1973, Ornette Coleman, the inventor of "free jazz", had made the same pilgrimage to visit the Master Musicians of Joujouka. The musicians were described by Burroughs and Leary as a "4,000-year-old rock'n'roll band". According to Gysin, the musicians held a secret, hidden even from themselves: they still practised "the Rites of Pan under the ragged cloak of Islam". The "ragged" referring to the musicians' poverty.

The Master Musicians of Joujouka are Sufi trance musicians from a tiny village in the Southern Rif Mountains. They play a form of trance music which is used for healing. Each year in the village, a boy is sewn into goat skins to dance as Boujeloud, who appears to Westerners as Pan. The flute-playing goat god is the protector of shepherd boys who brings fertility in springtime. The musicians play ancient music to drive Boujeloud back to his cave. With the beast appeased by their music, they can expect a good harvest. Women touched by his flailing palm fronds will bear healthy children.

Hamri took me to his studio, where beautiful paintings hung in various stages of completion. Soon the smell of linseed oil and canvas was penetrated by cumin, coriander and chicken as Hamri prepared his famous harira soup.

The next morning, we took a series of taxis to Joujouka, making the last leg of the journey on foot, up a steep impassable track. We were laden with meat, tea, sugar, mint and other basic provisions for the musicians, the mosque and the sanctuary of the village's patron saint. Since the 9th century, Sidi Ahmed Schiech's sanctuary in Joujouka has been a place of pilgrimage for the Ahl Srif tribe.

I first met the Master Musicians in 1992. I helped bring them to Dublin to participate in the Here to Go show at the old Project Arts Centre. The show, in honour of Gysin, was the first joint exhibition of his and Burroughs' paintings. Gysin had invented the Cut-Up method of writing which Burroughs famously used to deconstruct the modern novel. Burroughs said of Gysin: "He was the only man I ever respected." He died in 1986 having never achieved the recognition that Burroughs felt he deserved. Hamri and Gysin had exhibited together in the early 1950s. Having heard the Master Musicians of Joujouka, Gysin abandoned the Western art scene and spent 23 years in Morocco to be close to them and their music. It was Hamri who suggested that an art show for Brion would be incomplete without Joujouka music.

At Hamri's house in the village, the musicians began to arrive singly and in small groups. I was overwhelmed by the welcome I received from the musicians who had been to Dublin. Soon a large group of cloaked men were sitting on the veranda. Tea was brewing and a tagine of lamb was slowly bubbling. Bamboo flutes, drums and sepsi pipes for smoking kif, a mix of mild marijuana and home grown tobacco, were produced.

The music began with long plaintive notes segueing into repetitive refrains and hypnotic drumming. This music is haunting and unworldly. They played the tunes left by their patron saint, which the musicians and their ancestors have played for centuries to heal illness and mental disturbances. They continued for several hours until dinner was served on a large plate from which we all ate communally.

After the meal, the musicians produced long mahogany double reed horns called rhiatas, which are similar to oboes. Their massed sound carries for miles in the little hills of the Ahl Srif.

The musicians use long extended notes and utilise circular breathing techniques. The horn players divide into sections and play extended loops following a lead section. They are loud as any rock band.

IT WAS MY LOVE of the Rolling Stones and, in particular, the enigmatic talents of their founder Brian Jones, that first made me aware of Joujouka. In 1982, I saw the Stones in all their stadia glory at Slane Castle. The subtle elegance of Jones' 1960s experiments with Eastern rhythm and instrumentation had been replaced by the hard edged, over-sexed blues rock that conquered the American mid-West.

Last week, I asked Anita Pallenberg what had set Brian Jones apart. "He was a renaissance man and a blues man, way ahead of his time," she said. Anita had famously been Brian's girlfriend when he entered a spiritual decline. Since his untimely death in 1969, the rock world has become all too familiar with such sensitive souls being crushed by the demands of an over-commercial oeuvre.

On July 29th, 1968, Gysin and Hamri brought Jones and his engineer George Chkiantz to Joujouka to record the Masters. For Jones, the experience was to dominate the last year of his life. His obsession with the music of Joujouka was yet another factor that distanced him from Jagger and Richards. Jones wished to incorporate it into the Stones's sound.

John Dunbar was a friend of the Stones's first manager Andrew Loog Oldham as well as Burroughs, Gysin and Jones. He remembers Brian on his return from Morocco coming to his flat to play the tapes. According to Dunbar: "Brian loved Joujouka and he hawked those tapes around trying to do something for the musicians. This really was going in a different direction from Mick and Keith."

Brian spent the rest of the summer preparing the art work and sleeve design for the LP. In the studio he experimented, playing the music out of synch. Jagger recently said that Brian's Joujouka experiments were the equivalent to scratching in the early days of hip hop.

In Morocco, Hamri, Gysin and the Master Musicians anxiously awaited the result of the star's labours. The musicians had received some money and they hoped that Brian's interest would rescue them from poverty by making their music popular in the West.

Hamri and Gysin had spent the 1950s and 1960s keeping the village going by employing troupes of musicians to play at their 1001 Nights restaurant in Tangier. Later, Hamri opened a second 1001 Nights in Asilah. It was in the latter that Jones first came to know the music and the musicians. Hamri would tell stories from his village to a reclining Jones. When Hamri would assume that Brian was asleep and stop his story, Brian would say in an English accent which Hamri imitated in recollection: "And then?" And the stories continued.

When the Rolling Stones set up their own record label in 1971, the first release was Brian Jones presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka . The cover painted by Hamri features Brian in the centre of the Masters. Some friends felt it was the least they could have done for Brian.

Over the last decade-and-a-half, I have visited Joujouka nearly 50 times, recording three CDs. Nearly all the older musicians who played on the Brian Jones record are now dead. Ahmed Attar, who at 12 years of age drummed on Pipes of Pan , leads the group in the village.

An old musician, Mujehid Mujdoubi, once asked me: "Why do you Irish people have swimming pools filled with milk, when the cows in Joujouka give barely one cup a day?" Having been to Ireland in 1980 as part of the group that appear in Bob Quinn's Atlantean documentary, he was referring to a modern dairy farm so different from Joujouka's medieval agriculture.

IN 2006, BILLY Corgan of Smashing Pumpkins contacted me and came to the village. I was on my way there anyway to bring the group to Casa Da Musica in Porto. After a week, he felt the music was the loudest and most intense acoustic music imaginable.

The lure of stardom led one musician, Bachir Attar, who emigrated to New York, to claim he was the hereditary leader of the musicians. Although he was a toddler in 1968, this claim was readily accepted by music business executives, leading to Brian Jones' LP being reissued in 1995 but bringing no benefit to the village. Hamri's original cover art was replaced with by a contemporary photograph of Bachir. All mention of Hamri was excised from Brion Gysin's original sleeve notes. Bachir trades under the eponymous "Master Musicians of Jajouka featuring Bachir Attar". In contrast to the musicians in Joujouka, he states he likes to work in the studio.

On July 29th, the Master Musicians of Joujouka host the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival in the village square. Fifty Westerners will join the villagers for the festival of Boujeloud, celebrated to highlight Jones' contribution to the village and promote peace. Last year, the musicians built a two-room guest house for visitors. The legacy of Jones still affects the music and musicians.

A standard song now in the village repertoire is Brian Jones Joujouka Very Stoned . The lyrics go: "Joujouka mezyana b sseyyed dyala (Joujouka is good because the Sanctuary is powerful)./ Oh Brian Jones Joujouka very stoned, Oh Brian Jones Joujouka Rolling Stone."

• Master Musicians of Joujouka present the Brian Jones 40th Anniversary Festival in Joujouka, Morocco.

www.joujouka.net

• Frank Rynne has produced three CDs of Master Musicians of Joujouka, Joujouka Black Eyes (1995), Sufi: Moroccan Trance (1996) and Boujeloud (2006). He is an historian currently researching the Fenians and the Land War 1879-1882.
Original ad for Brian Jones presents the Pipes of Pan at Joujouka released on Rolling Stones Records in 1971.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Rosemary Woodruff Leary on Visiting Joujouka in Septenber 1969

The Master Musicians

By Rosemary Woodruff Leary

Pan, Bou Jeloud, the Father of Skins, dances through the moonlight nights in his village., Joujouka to the wailing of his hundred Master Musicians. Down in the town, far away by the seaside, you can hear the wild whimper of his oboe-like raitas; a faint breath of panic borne on the wind.

Brion Gysin
Liner notes from the album Brian Jones Presents The Pipes of Pan at Joujouka

Timothy and I spent September of 1969 in Tangier. One night Paul Bowles and Brion Gysin told us about the musicians of Joujouka who lived high in the Rif Mountains. The Master Musicians were priests of Pan, who celebrated the ancient rites of the goat god and the local goddess, Aisha, the beautiful, the blue-faced one. Brion told us that his friend, the Moroccan artist Hamri, could take us to the Master Musicians, the Ahl Serif, as they were the tribe of his mother.
We started from the sea, at Tangier, on a clear fall afternoon, in a succession of taxicabs, each more decrepit that the last, we headed toward the Rif Mountains. When one driver had gone as far as he would go, we’d find another. In villages, Hamri disappeared into crowded marketplaces and reappeared within a few minutes laden with oranges and packages, and trailed by the owner of the taxi that would take us to the next outpost.
We reached a checkpoint at a dusty fort on the barren plain where Hamri’s ‘cousin’, the local Commandante, allowed our passage. We were in the middle of nowhere, and our driver was reluctant to continue, but Hamri harangued and cajoled him until at last he agreed to take us into the foothills of the mountains. After miles of jouncing on a steep rutted road, the driver stopped and would not continue. We gathered our packages, paid the driver, and started on foot up the mountain path in the early evening light.
From across the slope of the mountain a shepherd boy watched us. He stood on one leg, the other leg bent and resting on his thigh, his arm crooked around his staff. Hamri called out to him. The boy leapt into the air, waved his staff, and took off running up the mountain. ‘A cousin’, Hamri told us. ‘He’ll tell the village and perhaps they’ll send the animals. We’ll rest here’. We waited, and soon a group of villagers descended to meet us. A woman offered golden apricots from a fold in her cloak. Hamri exchanged greeting with everyone, waving his arms to include us. The villagers insisted on carrying our bundles and packages up the mountain.
The sun lit the distant peaks. Soon we saw the village, the whitewashed walls of low houses turning blue in the darkening light. A few dim lamps glowed from the doorways. Hamri led us to a long and low white building with a porch. He said it was the schoolhouse, built with funds that he and Brion had given to the village.
We left our shoes on the porch as the men did and ducked our heads to enter the schoolhouse. Hamri introduced the men but it was impossible to keep up with their names. The last man stepped from behind a taller companion. ‘Berdu’, Hamri said with emphasis. Berdu, the smallest and surely the poorest among the village men, shambled down forward. He reached up and took off an imaginary plumed hat and made a sweeping, courtly bow to me. I curtsied, and everyone laughed. The village idiot, I presumed. I thought he looked simple.
We were invited to be seated in a corner of the room that was heaped with embroidered pillows. The kerosene stove hissed in the far corner, and shortly we were served sweet mint tea in small glasses. Hamri talked quietly with the men. Their clothing was simple: shirts and pants with a mix of European and handmade, always ragged cloak, and one could occasionally glimpse the embroidered bags the men wore beneath their cloaks.
Eggs and flat bread were served all around. After we’d eaten and the tin dished were collected and cigarettes exchanged, the men opened the embroidered bags and pulled out simple reed-stem pipes and, to our delight, packages of finely-cut kif. Hamri and Berdu shared their pipes with us. The kif was fresher and greener than any I’d had in Morocco.
A man took a violin back from England. The violinist smiled and began to pluck a reel. Penny whistles joined the violin and Berdu stepped into the aisle. He hitched up his cloak and held it with one arm. With the other arm behind his back he danced a sailor’s jig until the violinist turned the reel into Flamenco. Berdu became a self-important torero who, with a twitch of his cloak then became an imperious woman trailing flounces as the music became a Gypsy wail.
She opened her mouth to sing an impassioned lament, the violinist rose, swaying to accompany her; then the violinist interrupted the voiceless song to correct the glowering opera singer who stood before us. The violinist was now Paderewski, enraptured by his own music. Berdu snapped the baton in disgust and stalked away. He returned as an old woman carrying an invisible heavy bucket. With great effort, he lifted the bucket and dashed the contents onto the head of the violinist who continued to ignore him and finished the real and wonderful music. The violinist then wiped his brow and sat down to everyone’s laughter and applause.
Tim and I looked at one another. I reached into my own embroidered bag and discreetly took out two tabs of LSD. I placed one into his mouth as though I were placing a kissed fingertip onto his lips, and I put one into my own mouth. We swallowed the LSD with sweet green tea.
Berdu, with a surprisingly deep and resonant voice, began a prayer. ‘La Illah Allah Allah’. The men responded, ‘Mohamadu Akbar’.
In a conversational tone, the prayers continued, Berdu commenting, it seemed, on the village, the animals, and Hamri, who bowed his head to gentle laughter. Berdu directed us through prayer to laughter to a sense of closeness. There was a time of silence. We heard a few gentle coughs, a distant tinkle of bells. People stirred, shifting positions, and Berdu sat down among us. We could no longer see him.
‘Who is he?’ I asked Hamri.
‘Berdu, the Master’, Hamri replied.
‘The Master?’
The Master Musician of Joujouka’.
I needed to step outside. I found my boots on the porch lined up with the men’s backless leather slippers. I started to put on my boots, but a man I had not noticed before waved his hand dismissively and pointed to the men’s slippers. I nodded my thanks and put on the nearest pair of slippers. He motioned to my left and I followed a path out onto a gently sloping field. I was facing a star-filled sky. There were no electric lights to dim thye stars. Everything I saw was as it had always been, timeless.
I could hear the goats’ bells, and their strong smell told me they were nearby. I pulled a cluster of white wool that had been caught on a bush. As I walked back to the long house I rolled it between my fingers, effortlessly drawing the silky tuft of wool into a fine strand of thread. When I returned to the long house I was reluctant to go back inside to the room of men, to the air heavy with kif and tobacco smoke and kerosene. I wondered what the village women and children were doing.
Hamri stood in the doorway, backlit by the kerosene lamps inside. He beckoned to me to join him and the men. He led us out over a slight rise to a small clearing between the hills where brush was being piled onto a crackling fire. ‘Stand here’, Hamri said, placing us 10 or so feet from the fire. To our left, a row of hooded men took long wooden horns from patchwork bags. Behind them stood a group of men with drums, each drum aslant across the chest, held with thongs. They carried curved slender rods in their right hands, and in their left hands, heavier wooden sticks, the top ends carved in relief spirals like ram’s horns.
The night was still except for the fire which threw sparks into the darkness. The hooded men lifted their horns, and a thin piercing sound from the oboe-like instruments was sustained for an incredibly long time, maintained by the subtle joining of one horn to another, as no single breath could be that long. I travelled the brighter, larger, and then the horns went higher, taking me almost to the point of pain, then the music swirled into a skirling bagpipe sound whose rhythm the wind had torn away.
The drums, silent until then, boomed into being, a thudding heartbeat of rhythm. My breath was caught by the horns; my pulses by the drums. Was this music, or was it the thunder of mammoth hooves, screams of birds of prey? It seemed the very tempo of life in my body. Eardrums could be shattered. Hearts could burst from these sounds. The drums built a wall that contained the reed instruments. The reeds descended into a weaving ribbon of silver notes, playful to the drums’ assertive tempo, seductive, cajoling, demanding rhythms.
A creature leapt over the fire to confront the musicians. He was tall, powerful, barely covered by tattered clothing. His face was concealed by a deep straw basket adorned with antler-like branch-arches curved so high that his feet were hooves. Trailing branches in his hands, flailing the air, his pelvis thrusting, he was goaded by the music. He whirled around the fire, pausing once to glare at me with a goat’s horizontal eyes. The creature struck me with the branches. Struck me or anointed me, I don’t know which.
‘Bou Jeloud’, Hamri said.
Pan lives, I thought.
A slender figure in a blue-spangled dress came from the shadows. Arms curved, veils aswirl, her hips swaying with seduction, she turned before the Bou Jeloud. He followed her dancing form, leaping before her as she teased him with her veils. She played with him, turning him around and around, mocking him. Abruptly she was gone and the creature confronted the musicians, but they taunted him with their rhythms. He danced before them, controlled by them. The drums reverberated through the mountains. The horns’ high notes seemed to come from everywhere. Bou Jeloud bucked convulsively, howling in anguish that Aisha had left him. The drums slowed; the horns were one pure fading note. Bou Jeloud scattered the fire with his flails and disappeared into the black night.
Later, at the schoolhouse, Berdu brought former Bou Jelouds and Aishas to the center of the floor to demonstrate and mime their styles. He made fun of all of them, showing how one of them had grown too stout, another too clumsy. Hamri said they were chosen while very young for training, and that characteristics they showed as children determined which role they would play.
And then I danced for them. Not that I wanted to, or even thought that I could, but my usual inhibitions were lessened by LSD, and there seemed to be silken threads tied to my ankles and wrists that Berdu controlled ever so surely. And the music was irresistible. Penny whistles, violin, and softly tapped drums drew me to my feet. For a few moments I was Aisha to Berdu’s gently mocking Bou Jeloud. There were shouts of ‘Musicienne!’ and ‘Encore!’ when I sat down. I rose again, but the magic that had descended upon me was fading and I had become self-conscious. I pretended to stumble, and fell back into Tim’s lap, and we all laughed.
We left on muleback the next morning. All the way down the mountain I could still hear the drums in my head, and I could hear them at will for many years. The memory of the music that night reminds me that for a brief, magical time, I was a ‘musicienne’ among the Master Musicians of Joujouka.

Excerpted from The Magician’s Daughter, a work-in-progress.
From: Psychedelic Trips for the Mind, edited by Paul Krassner.