It’s been a while since I last updated, but in that time I had the wonderful opportunity of going to Morocco on a trip exploring music and meaning. The trip itself was pretty sweet because 1) I was participating in music and dance everyday for college credit 2) the food was great, the pastries were awesome, and the mint tea was like nothing I’d had before 3) not to be forgotten, I met a lot of very sweet Moroccan people. There was a moment early in the trip when I hadn’t broken down my bills yet and a woman paid for my food when I didn’t have the right amount of change. I was very embarrassed about my misstep and self-conscious about pulling out a large bill. I feel that self-consciousness more strongly when I’m traveling since I don’t want to give off the sense of being a rich American or catch someone’s attention for waving money or expensive things around.
A plate of sweets from our night in Sidi Kaouki. You can see many different influences in Moroccan cuisine.
We went a little off the beaten path with this travel and skipped out on Casablanca and Marrakesh.We started in Rabat then went on to Essaouira,Fes, Meknes, Azrou and Sidi Kaouki. We had the opportunity of going to many different performances in pretty intimate settings and listened to Sufi, Gnawa, and Arab-Andalusian music. Although, listening is putting it mildly. Music in Morocco always involves dance or participation at some level and we were on our feet frequently.
One thing that really excited me about this trip was that we spent some time talking to other students about music in everyday life in Morocco. I’m thinking of one moment in particular when one of the Moroccan students asked us what message our music sent after we asked if Moroccan music was largely political. My response was that our music really had no message, the most popular songs seem to be the ones we can dance to without necessarily hearing the words. He then said “There is no music without a message. What message is your music sending?” and I had to rethink things a little. My group came to the conclusion that most popular music is about happiness or meant to touch on relatively universal feelings, about going out and having a good time. But as we continued discussing, we realized that genre can change the primary messages sent by music. We also talked about the differences between the US and Morocco, and it was interesting that our Moroccan friends said that there was no music without a message and that a lot of their music was political. I feel that in the US it is not unusual to launch criticism at a musician who takes a stance on an issue by saying “He/She’s an artist, why does he/she care?” or something along those lines. It was a very thought provoking conversation.
A group of us riding around the beach after arriving at Sidi Kaouki.
This probably wouldn’t be much of a travel blog if I didn’t say something more about what I saw. Towards the end of our trip, our class rode ATVs from Essaouira to Sidi Kaouki where we stayed for a night. I was terrified at first because I took a long time to get my drivers license and hadn’t ridden an ATV in a long time. Well, I didn’t need my driver’s license and though I was nervous I thoroughly enjoyed the scenery. We rode over some pretty steep dunes, passed camels and cows, went across the beach and up some steep rocky hills. I was worried about catching up, but I was able to get over my nerves because everything was so pretty. I can’t get over that beautiful red soil, the shifting sand over the dunes, or the smell and feel of air near the ocean. What made this trip even better was when we stopped for big lunch and had yet another performance right next to the castle that inspired a Jimi Hendrix song. While my experiences were shaped by the fact that I was in a course examining the different roles music plays in expression and identity, I do feel that music is everywhere in Morocco and that the multitude of its music genres, foods, and the array of clothing seen on the street really represent all the different influences that have come through that part of the world.
Though this trip certainly had many sweet moments, there were also some very bitter ones. A childhood friend of mine who had been going through a lot died while I was away and I got the news the night before my professor found out he’d lost his mom. It hurt a lot, and knowing that when a person dies we remember the best of them, I was afraid that I was going to walk away from a very important, if very hurt side of my friend. The most important thought for me to hold onto through all of this was realizing that yes, this friend was more than the goofy, innocent kid I knew in elementary school but he was also more than all the pain he went through later or that the rest of us felt when he was gone. I spent a lot of time focusing on one or the other and struggled to see him as a whole. Being able to say “That’s not all he was” was very important in holding onto my sanity and being able to accept the loss. I miss him a lot and hope that he has found peace.
I still find him in little ways on a daily basis like old photos or the video games he played with us. Even in Morocco, when I rode the ATV over a steep dune and thought of how much he would have loved that. That’s when my heart really broke, but when it broke the first strong feeling I had was strange. I wanted to tell everyone I cared about them, that I appreciated them for the different things they did, and that I never wanted to lose them. I’ve heard of heartbreak from rejection, but this was like it just burst and let love out. And I can’t forget that feeling, which I didn’t expect in those circumstances but I thought it was important to remember and hold onto for later, and for others I haven’t lost and still have time for.