Makeup, Jazz And Wild Dogs

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I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers
Of some quiet conversation

Over the weekend I had a quiet conversation with some people about African pottery. Someone mentioned sleeping under the stars in Africa with wild dogs barking in the distance. I’ve never been to Africa so I wasn’t sure if I should be putting my two-cents into the conversation, but I’m a talker and the wild dogs reference immediately reminded me of Toto’s Africa lyrics so I just jumped in and quoted them:

Wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless
Longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises
Like Olympus above the Serengeti

Well, everyone likes that song so everything was cool. And it turned out one woman not only loved that song but later showed me this YouTube clip of a European jazz chorus, the Perpetuum Jazzile, doing an incredible a cappella version of Toto’s Africa.

The volume of this clip is normal, but during the opening seconds the chorus does a thunderstorm—jazz rain and jazz thunder!—so it starts quietly.