The Road To Ramallah

I am much more conscious of saying thank you, and not taking it for granted. As with a lot of things this trip has taught me. Be grateful. Be constantly grateful.

The child was desperately trying to sell his water - he somehow got on board the bus, and proceeded to follow us into the “concert space”, following the bus out again… I have played at many, many a concert, but I have to say that this was the most powerful, and...

The bus was packed with instruments and musicians. We were heading for Qalandia again - not to pass through the checkpoint, but to play a short impromptu concert at this hinterland of hope. The “toys” shop indicated we were near. It was to be a swift operation.  We...

Still in Jerusalem, at a local club, the metamorphosis took place. The classical trombonist and trumpeter became the jazzers, the first violinist took up the bass, and the oud player swung hard on those ivories - the joint was jiving indeed and it was a great way to...