Diamonds In The Dark

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Kosmonautenschule - Diamonds In The Dark

Ojos de Agua

I could lie. I could make up a really special and cool place to make this more interesting. But I won't. It was a pizza place in Uyunin, Bolivia, a village that lives of this adjoining Saltfield and natural park, attracting many tourists, where I met these two people, even hailing from Buenos Aires. Consisting of a male bongo/guitar player and a completey divine singer, Ojos de Agua play rhythm reduced (yes, again), accoustic, ethnic Latin American music (actually African stuff too as I had to discover listening to the cd).
However, in this overprized restaurant, with only a few backpackers, I was the only one applauding after the songs. Well, of course when I did so, the packers felt too unconvenient to go on refraining.
Yeah, I want to denounce this culture of travelling around, but not opening oneself for the stuff you see or hear. Example: I'm sitting in the middle of nowhere on 5000 metres, having no hot water, but having to listen to "Söhne Mannheims" out of some German's Ipod (feel lucky if you don't know them) instead of some fresh Bolivian flute tunes.
So now, after this post's portion of social criticism, just go for the music. Like it.


Aguas De Ojo - Unknown

Aguas De Ojo - Unknown

Aguas De Ojo - Unknown

Aguas De Ojo - Unknown

Aguas De Ojo - Unknown

Aguas De Ojo - Unknown