The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)At my conception music was embroidered into my soul. A tapestry rich in rhythm is woven through me threading in and around guts and knitting bone and blood to spirit. There-from, a wellspring of inspiration fizzes continuously like a fuse wire buzzing toward its dynamite. Thrilling, ragged rock is stitched into me, mending frayed membranes; […]
In 1968, under the spell of Beautiful Losers, LSD and the slow spin of an LP, (Songs of Leonard Cohen) I had a visceral seizure and something inside me was rearranged. Cohen’s voice entered not just my ears but my bloodstream—his words struck like voltage, forging the man and the maker I would become. What […]
Glockenspiel, timpani, trumpet, saxophone, clavichord, harpsichord, guitar, big trombone. Harmonium, euphonium, oboe, vi-o-la, tambourine, violin, cello, pi-a-na. Xylophone, paper & comb, tuba, or bassoon castanet, clarinet, tuba oompah-boom! Now, if you don’t have even one of these, how will you make your tune? The cheapest, smallest instrument will amplify your soul – a ‘tin sandwich’, […]
I went for a ride – on the back of my old blues harp. Chasin’ the blue notes, sevenths and sharps blowin’ the steel real hard. I went as low as it is to go and up so high I grazed the sky. All on the back of a beaten up old blues harp. I […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)