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An Exploration of Malinke Balafon by Andrew Garvey

‘An Exploration of Malinke Balafon’ The Final Report

Six years ago during my second year of studying Popular Music and Recording at Salford University, I opted to do a module called ethnomusicology. Without any real understanding of the term, on a whim I chose to study the djembe not really knowing what to expect or...

The End of the Beginning

We've pretty much reached the end. I can't believe it. It feels like barely any time at all has passed yet so much ground has been covered. I've come so far yet there is still so much further to go. The balafon training/playing has come to an end now and we are to...

The End is Nigh…

It's the end of week three. My last weekend to enjoy. The trip is scarily close to the end now. I'm determined to fill my weekend with fun stuff to make the most of my last bit of free time. Last night I went on a boat trip to Vieux Lyon, went for a few drinks and...

Learning Methods & The Old Town

I've been getting a little bored at night not really having anyone to talk to and earlier this week felt a bit fed up. It's hard to fit much in around all the studying and travelling and I have been so tired I've just resigned myself to the laptop mostly after getting...

Je suis fatigue.

Last night I watched Sory's younger brother, Alsenny, tune the slats on this balafon. We walked around town and visited two shops to buy a guitar tuner despite me showing him the tuner on my phone. I realised once he was tuning (judging by the look of surprise on his...

Technique- A Painful Journey

I can't believe the first week has come to an end... It's Saturday morning. The sun has gone and it's been raining a fair bit again. Last night there was a lightning storm and torrential downpour. I'm starting to get my bearings a bit now. I've borrowed Sory's bike,...

The first instalment!

Wow. Lyon is Beautiful. I arrived on Sunday to what could have been a standard April evening in Manchester. Wet, cold and glum. Now I'm sat with strong coffee in front of tall french windows, wide open, breathing in the fresh morning air. It's warm. Not hot. But so...