Ali Farka Touré (October 31, 1939 – March 7, 2006) is my favorite (musical) artist. I can say that with complete certainty.

If you’re reading this blog, you’re likely two things. One, a music lover and two, a conversationalist.

As both of those things myself, I’ve been stumped by the question, “Who is your favorite artist?” I’m certain you have too. The question is kind of bullshit, frankly. We all lean on different artists in different moods. We might be feeling Robert Johnson while relaxing in a hammock or Skrillex while deadlifting. Maybe Mozart when slicing into a steak. Driving through Echo Park on a Sunday afternoon might inspire Mr. Shadow. Or…well, you get it. The point is, it’s always been impossible to choose.

Until this morning.

As I type, I’m absorbing breathtaking Touré guitar. If I had to choose a genre to listen to for the rest of my life, it would be Blues.

It was a prescient choice as today Toure is known as the Bluesman of Africa because of his highly distinctive blues style that’s a cross-mix of the Arabic-influenced Malian sound with American blues reminicent of bluesmen such as John Lee Hooker, Lightnin’ Hopkins, and Big Joe Williams. He most commonly tours with his brother on calabash, and cousin on congas.

I’ve written about John Lee Hooker around here before, and I get the comparison, but the two are way more different that they are similar. JLH’s voice is deep and earthy. It’s rich, but it’s fairly monotone. Touré’s voice is more layered. His tones are ever changing and complex. His music is transportive. Fuck. I want a campfire, a tent and a beard…now. Sleeping under the stars in the Timbuktu desert.

Listen to this

and tell me you don’t want to rest here tonight.

The ultimate test of an artist is how many moments they cover for you. No matter my activity, Touré provides a strong soundtrack. From this day forward, I have my answer.

Your turn. Who is yours? Take some time, think it through and go. You get one choice.

Strong mind,

Kap