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From the Rockies to an Indian Wedding

milesknowles December 10, 2017 Leave a Comment

IMG_7772On a frigid morning in Jackson, Tony dropped us at the airport. We were layered in the warmest clothes we had brought, which didn’t offer much in the 18F (-7C) mountain temperatures. Tony and Lis remarked on our small 35 and 46 liter backpacks containing all we would need in India for the next month. I replied that traveling light would make our frenetic pace around the country that much easier. I glanced at the fog-draped Tetons as we entered the world of airplanes and conditioned airports that would be our environment for the next day and a half.

Exiting the airport in New Delhi, I was surprised to see a thick layer of smoke surrounding the terminal. It smelled like the burning wood of cooking fires. I was reminded of Manila, where residents had constructed their huts between the airport terminals, selling home cooked food and drinks. The smoke in Delhi was a precursor to Indian air pollution that would cling to every part of our bodies throughout India although in Delhi, it was certainly the worst. In a cacophony of horn honks, we drove past brightly decorated trucks with feral dogs darting in between before hitting a major traffic snag. The traffic was due to a massive Indian wedding being held at our hotel.

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A fourteen piece band, brightly colored and blasting out celebratory tunes welcomed wedding guests at the hotel gate. After a security check, we were greeted by a doorman in an ornate achkan and turban and shown to our room. We thought for a minute about trying to crash the Indian wedding, but decided to watch the fabulously-dressed women in their saris and men in shiny suits and achkans.

In the morning, we had a deep dive into Indian cuisine, trying not to pig out on the massive variety of regional offerings. We sweated out the plane juice in our gender-segregated saunas, the primary reason I had chosen the Jaypee Vasant Hotel. We had some time before our afternoon flight, so we made a trip to the massive DLF Emporio mall. I picked up a short men’s kurta shirt to replace the long sleeve I had forgotten at home and we had a delicious chicken lunch at Nandos.

 

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South by Southwest 2017 Highlights

milesknowles May 5, 2017 Leave a Comment

My first trip South by Southwest was a whirlwind of delicious food, Southern hospitality and fantastic music. I was also fortunate to get to know so many wonderful international musicians on a more personal level. Though many were huge celebrities in their home countries, their humility and genuine interest in Rockstar Diplomat really blew me away. I interviewed over a dozen artists from 10 different countries and had several jam sessions. You can see the highlights here:

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Champeta and Qawwali Music in Texas – SXSW 2017

milesknowles May 4, 2017 Leave a Comment

I had an early start prepping for the two artists I would interview at my Airbnb. Tribu Baharu were born to be cultural ambassadors for Colombia. Armed with the African-influenced Champeta music, they arrived ready for a fun interview, increased by the fact that I had spent three years living in their home country. They showed up about an hour late, which having lived in Colombia, I can tell you is pretty standard. I had put a large pot of coffee on to brew, which scored major points with my new Colombian friends.

We chatted about Tejo and Soccer and all things Colombia before sitting down. I was surprised at how on the ball they were, humorously pretending to interview each other at particularly funny parts in the interview. At one point they put me on the spot to learn some Champeta dance, a feat that I tried to stumble through. One thing Colombians appreciate is having an open heart and mind toward trying new things, so after my dance attempt, I put them on the spot to join me in a harmonica jam, which they were happy to oblige:

Next up was Qawalistan, a group that combines traditional Pakistani Qawwali music with Classic Rock from the U.S. The Pakistani troupe had planned to show up right on time until I told them the Tribu Baharu interview was running over. It was clear from the beginning that they wanted to get right to business in talking about their efforts with the U.S. Embassy in Pakistan. This was my first interview where the subjects were playing the role of bother interviewer and interviewee. It was clear they had certain points they wanted to emphasize but I finally managed to ask them few of my own questions. They showed up ready to jam, but jamming was more difficult than I anticipated as my harmonica was only in the key of D and we searched around before finding a suitable melody to jam on.

We got a sweet pic afterward that totally should be their next album cover.

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Haitain Vodou and The Pre-Show Ritual – SXSW

milesknowles April 5, 2017 Leave a Comment

Many musicians have a pre-show ritual that helps them get pumped up and focused for a performance. When I played in bands, that varied from having a whiskey and soda on my own to practicing alternate picking with a Thrice song. Backstage at SXSW, I had the opportunity to observe several artists in pre-show rituals. The singer of Liniker e os Caramelows did yoga stretches along with some vocal warm ups. DakhaBrakha gathered together in costume, their icy gaze not straying from each other. The most interesting pre-show ritual I witnessed was with Vox Sambou. The 7-piece band huddled in a circle, football style while their frontman, Vox acted like a priest, blessing them with positive reinforcement and clapping them on the back. After the band took the stage, Vox looked a little drained. Sipping a drink, he came up to me and asked if I knew why his band wore red shirts and black trousers.

Vox launched into an impromptu history lesson about his county. When Haiti gained independence, the white color of their previous flag, which was French, had represented European influence and was subsequently cut out, leaving only blue and red. Another incarnation of the new Haitian flag used black and red, which had roots in traditional Vodou and Maroon societies.

The ideological foundation for the Haitian Revolution can be traced back to the Bois Caiman Ceremony, where an educated slave, Dutty Boukman and a priestess prophesized the slave rebellion, slaughtering an animal and suggesting that those who took part in this “blood oath” would be impervious to the bullets of the French. This blood oath still has a big cultural significance in Haitian culture and is the reason Vox told me his band wears red shirts and black trousers. While telling me this story, Vox’s band took the stage and started warming up the crowd. After what seemed like nearly ten minutes of the most detailed accounts of Dutty Boukman and his trials, the energy of the band and the crowd had reached a feverish level. As I was just about to ask if Vox should make his way to the stage, he set his glass down and looked me dead in the eyes, “now you know something important about the history of Haiti and how something as simple as one color can be so meaningful.” I thanked him for the amazing history lesson and thanked myself for being party to one of the most impactful pre-show rituals I have ever witnessed.

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Latin Grammies and Dominican Rap Lords – SXSW 2017

milesknowles April 4, 2017 Leave a Comment

 

This morning I met the biggest rock band in Venezuela, La Vida Boheme for a 9am interview. I was actually surprised they had made it out into the lobby as they had a performance slated at 3am the night before. A couple of the members were half-asleep, but after I started talking to them in Spanish about Rock Argentino, Borges and Grunge music, I had their attention. I was in talking about their recent relocation from their hometown of Caracas to Mexico City as the situation in Venezuela became too unstable for them. The last straw prior to them leaving was their manager being kidnapped and killed, something I did not want to dwell on. Instead we talked about how welcoming Mexico has been as their new home and how Mexican culture has a history of welcoming immigrants and refugees from around the world. The guys were quite humble for a band that has won several Latin Grammy’s and has a huge following in Latin America and they invited me to their concert showcase later that evening which I tentatively agreed to. (Later, when I showed up at the showcase, I got a big hug from each of the members, like we had been old friends for years).

Later I had an interview with Mariana Vegaunnamed, a Venezuelan-Canadian singer who recently won a Latin Grammy for Best New Artist. She was incredibly nice as we talked about a variety of issues from life in Venezuela to being a Canadian immigrant. Next up was Vakeró, a Dominican rapper who has a really compelling rags-to-riches life story. His attitude and way of speaking (in my 2nd language nonetheless) was kind of intimidating. But to my surprise, he was interested in doing an improv vocal collaboration and we played a couple songs together that might have worked as a better ice breaker had we don’t them from the beginning.unnamed-1

8630800720_3471413946_bI finished the day with some deliciously tender BBQ brisket that I knew was going to be perfect when the cook asked if I wanted a “lean or marbled” cut (marbled of course!).

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Storms of Epic Proportions

milesknowles February 8, 2017 Leave a Comment
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1 of 10 downed steel power poles                      credit: Washington Times

Wyoming is no stranger to harsh winter weather. For ski and snowboard enthusiasts like myself, this can translate into massive snow dumps and powder days. There have been three large snowstorms since we arrived in December, contributing to Jackson’s above average snowfall.

With dozens of snowplow drivers working around the clock, Jackson doesn’t usually have problem with massive snowfalls. It’s the high winds that make things difficult. Because we live on top of a hill, I’m often faced with the Sisyphean task of digging out my car and driveway in the morning only to have it snowed back in again when I get back home that evening.

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I shoveled my driveway 48 hours ago and with 14 inches and heavy winds, it was stacked up nearly 4 feet.

I luckily made it out snowboarding yesterday which was one of the best powder days I’ve witnessed. There was over a foot of fresh snow over the entire mountain for every run, the whole day. When I got home, the winds had picked up so much it felt like our roof was going to fly off. The sound was deafening and our flickering lights did not reassure our cats that the world was not coming to an end. Sources report that wind gusts reached 90 MPH, which wreaked havoc at the ski resort, knocking down power lines and leaving some 4,000 people without electricity. Lucky for us (and our electrically heated house), our village of Kelly didn’t lose power for more than 30 minutes. And now we are bracing ourselves for another storm front rolling through in the next 48 hours.

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Welcome to the Jungle

milesknowles January 22, 2017 Leave a Comment

I was lucky enough to grow up visiting my grandparents in Jackson, WY nearly every summer. The raw nature and wilderness I experienced from a young age instilled a respect and awe for Mother Nature. Winter in Jackson provides some prime wildlife viewing which I’ve been fortunate to capture with a newly acquired zoom lens. Enjoy!

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    Escape from NY: Polar Vortex Edition

    milesknowles January 8, 2017 road trip, travel, us travel Leave a Comment

    Our relocation from New York City to Jackson, WY came smack dab in the middle of a phenomenon called the “Polar Vortex,” a low pressure system from the Artcic that brought extremely low temperatures in the Northern U.S. It was snowing and 19 °F (-7°C) when we packed our final bag into the trailer and drove across the Brooklyn Bridge for the last time.

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    The burning smell of brake pads that came wafted our vent a few hours later in reminded us that the 2,000 lbs (~900kg) of trailer contents we were towing required a more conservative approach to braking. The bounding hills of Western Pennsylvania presented a larger challenge as fog reduced our visibility to a short distance in front. We arrived in Cleveland late that night. The following morning, with temps around 0 °F (-18°C), I broke the key trying to turn it inside of the trailer’s frozen lock. I talked to the locksmith in Spanish only to discover that he was a Colombian from Cali! He had just moved to Cleveland 6 months ago and was not happy with the onset of winter.

    The sub-zero temperatures continued through Indiana, Illinois and Iowa but keeping large thermos filled with hot water allowed us to periodically melt the ice that formed on our windshield and fuel door. After sleeping in Iowa city, we had a scenic drive through Western Iowa and Nebraska including one of the most amazing sunsets punctuated by thousands of birds flying in murmurations.

     

    We thought it would be an easy drive from Cheyenne to Jackson, WY but the retreating polar vortex created wind gusts of up to 65 MPH (105 KPH), causing highway 80 to be shut down from Laramie to Rock Springs. Our detour took us through Casper where upon emerging from a Canyon, we saw 4 semitrucks that had been recently felled by the high winds:

    I should also mention that we had two cats in a carrier sitting behind us who at Day 4, had decided they had enough of being in the car. Yowling and scratching were only soothed by a dose of kitty Xanax that kept them subdued for most of the day. A snowstorm was hovering over Jackson hole that assailed us upon climbing and descending Togwotee Pass, causing us to get stuck and freed 3 times:

    -Turning into a road that had recently closed and had not been plowed. We freed by a neighbor with a snowplow

    – Not being able to make it up a hill with the trailer. Freed by using the tire jack to remove the trailer and take the car.

    -Only make it halfway down our own driveway, which although had been plowed that day, had accumulated a foot of snow drift.

    After the third immobilization, we took the cats and trudged through the rest of the driveway to the cabin where we cooked up a steak and collapsed.

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    The morning after the third immobilization

     

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    Back from Cuba and Peru!

    milesknowles October 26, 2016 Leave a Comment

    I’ve spent 4 of the past 7 weeks in Peru and Cuba (with a stop in Miami) getting some great footage. I’ll be posting more updates as I’m piecing it all together. In the meantime, enjoy this jam after an interview I did with Miami’s Dangerflow.

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    Stuck in Brighton Beach

    milesknowles September 24, 2016 Brooklyn, Russia Leave a Comment

    My friend Matt was visiting on a gorgeously hot day so we decided to ride our bikes down to Brighton Beach. It was a double bonus for Matt, who majored in Russian Literature, as Brighton Beach is one of New York’s largest enclaves of Russian immigrants. As we locked our bikes up in what has become known as “Little Odessa,” we noticed a large number of definitely Russian folk sunbathing in speedos and even the occasional thong. We had a superb picnic on the beach, fitting right in with our neighbors chowing down on pickled veg and pirogies.

    I was scheduled to play an early gig at 7pm, so responsibly set an alarm to leave the beach at 3pm. At 3:20, we walked back to the bikes and were stonewalled by our jammed cable lock that simply would not open. After 10 minutes of fumbling, I dispatched Matt to find a Cop who would hopefully have bolt cutters.

    From Matt: “I didn’t see any cops the whole time. There were all these Russian businessmen standing in their shops frowning at and culturally, I had to remember to quash my smile while approaching them. I ended up using some of my poor Russian to ask for a device like bolt cutters and spoke with a nice guy at a shoe repair place who had the right tool but was attached to his workbench. Soon people were telling me to go to a place that I assumed was a clothing shop but seemed to be the name of an apartment complex. When I returned a second time to a shop run by a South Asian man and told him I couldn’t find it he was shocked: ‘How can you NOT find it?’ Noticing that I had been running around and taking pity on me, he invited me to “come rest my friend, you must be quite tired.”

    Matt ended up at a hardware store, where he was about to buy some bolt cutters when he received my call. During his 40 minute absence I had called a few locksmiths and one had arrived in his truck. It took about a second for him to cut through my cable lock with a portable saw. We hopped on our bikes at 415 and made it home in record time to shower and head to the gig, eliminating my thoughts of having to jump on the B train in my sweaty, sandy shorts and having to play a set without my guitar.

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