About a time and place I knew in South Africa 1977. And an incredible event.
I had been hitch-hiking through the night from Johannesburg to White River (Witrivier) in the Eastern Transvaal. Dawn was just breaking as I was walking towards the town, in sight now but still some distance away. In the first light, I could see a figure moving, coming towards me. It was a man, running slowly, in full Zulu regalia, with spear and shield. He passed without a word … going … I know not where. I remember the beauty, the strength of the man, my amazement, and also my fear.
Pretty much all of the sounds on this are from the Yamaha TG55, with RX11 drums.
