There's a theory floating around that a rhythm born in Africa somehow made its way
across the Indian Ocean, through Madagascar, out into the Pacific, and washed up in Thailand a few hundred years ago. And that it's still in there. Buried in a folk drum most people outside Southeast Asia have never heard of.
Salin Cheewapansri, who started on piano, switched to drums because the teacher was cool, and by her teens was doing session work in Bangkok. Then she left for Ohio to study journalism. Ended up in Montreal.
Somewhere along the way, she essentially turned herself into an on-the-ground anthropologist, putting in the kind of deep, grueling field research that most people with actual degrees gathering dust on a wall only read about. She skipped the academic formalities and just went out to do the work.
She didn't stop at theory. She got on a boat, more or less, and went to find the Urak Lawoi, sea nomads whose lineage stretches an absurd distance, Madagascar to Papua New Guinea, and sat with their elders. Recorded what's left of music that's maybe one generation from vanishing completely, the way so much of this stuff does, quietly, without anyone noticing until it's gone.
What came out the other side is Rammana. Just got a deluxe reissue, marble vinyl, because somebody involved clearly understood that a record about digging up buried history should have some weight to it when you're holding it.
Tonight we get into where this theory actually comes from, whether it holds up, and what it does to a person to go looking for the root of a sound and find out it's older, stranger, and more alive than anyone gave it credit for.
This is Tones of Vinyl. Let's go.