Situated a fraction to the right of normality, Usa River, Tanzania has much to offer in the way of visuals; Kilimanjiro, Parachichi, Massai tribes, Guinea Fowl, albinos and in my case orphans. However, slumbering in the depths of the Serengeti does prevent Red Light Fever from keeping its fingers on the musical pulse of the Western world. Red Light Fever now understands the sheer pain, distance, emptiness, longing and hollowness felt by Heather Mills when bidding farewell to her left leg. For being unable to simply wap out the old laptop, caress its keyboard and seduce our ears with the latest releases makes for a grief ridden blogger. ( I hear Jessie Ware's debut is available *sigh*). That being said Red Light Fever will be exploring the musical talents of 12 readily available Tanzanian children at the Rehobothi Orphanage with 24 readily available jazz hands. So Red Light Fevers concludes, if we can't keep ourselves saturated in the latest releases back home whilst living in Africa, we will just have to make our own music.
