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June 3, 2005 I've been trying to call Bulgaria. I have it from reliable sources that Bulgaria wants me to play for their national jazz festival. This in itself is amazing as Dr. Easy does not play Bulgarian jazz, or any jazz for that matter. But. . . It seems that during Tamboura's European stint at the reknown Blues to Bop Festival in Lugano, Switzerland, in 2004, a certain Mssr. Antonyakimolov, Bulgarian minister of cul-cha, heard Tamboura's folkrock'n reggae vibe and went uncharacteristically Bul-ga-ga-garian. "In my country, our music is in sevens, elevens. Thirteens, even. Very complex. Very very complex. But, still we Bulgarians dance. And this Tamboura band, why they have not even one tamboura in it, and they play this wonderful music in four time. Verrrry simple. And still, we Bulgarians dance. "I will tell my good friend, Villy Nokitov, who is the Bulgarian Tony Bennett; very, how do you say 'macho' and suave like moose. He will want to bring this Tamboura band over for to play his big jazz festival. You will see, we Bulgarians like all music. And, we shall dance!" I was given a cryptic email address, a phone number with what seemed like four hundred digits and orders not to tell anyone that I'd seen him. Antonyakimolov then told me to call Nokitov, the 'sauve moose' himself, sometime in the spring and arrange a gig. I figure, I've got nothing to lose so I've been emailing and trying to call Villy Nokitov for over a month. I get nada, zilch, nowhere. Perhaps the TUB (Telephonov Uber Bulgarese) is on strike? Perhaps Mr. Suave -Like-Moose is in some sort of trouble and can't come to the phone? Or maybe he got a cob on because Tamboura has no tamboura? I just wish he'd let me know. I mean, I hope he realizes that I've got other fish to fry. There's now a strange clicking on my phone line. Probably the FBI or CIA all wound up because I've been making numerous attempts to contact a former communist bloc country; what of it? All I wants is a gig and a chance to visit Sophia and see the sights. Perhaps I'll learn to play in 7, 11, and 13. Maybe, just maybe, I'll add a real tamboura to Tamboura. The rest of the band thinks I'm crazy, but if and when I line this sucka up, they'll all want to go. Miss Mary has already been looking up Bulgarian translations for phrases like "I'm tired and I want to sit down" and "Is there a good thrift store nearby?" and "Where can I get shoes for my moose?" Me, I'm just resting my fingers up in anticipation of this afternoon's marathon phone dialathon to Bulgaria. I ain't giving up yet! dlm 6/3/2005  | |||||
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