I was there in that dust storm dancing my ass off on the carousel to the immediate left of the band (with a serious respirator and my angelfish mask tucked under my goggles). It was a big part of one of the greatest days of my life. I'm not sure how it was even possible for the horns to play through all that dust. I hunted this tribe down through google just to say thanks! No funk on the playa can alude me for long.

Other musical highlights this burn include following a funky bass line across my camp and ending up charging my camera battery off of Uriah Duffy's (a la White Snake and Lyrics Born) generator and being adopted by a small music collective called Funky Town, as well as doing some serious dancing to the insanely good music of London based dub master DJ Juan Thymes (aka Alex) at the Flying Monkey.

I will be hunting down your Afro Beat Camp with certainty come 2008. In a completely unrelated coincedence, my Mom is actually an Albino, so I think she going to love the story of how her daughter danced on a magical carousel in the desert during a white out to the groovtastic sounds of Albino. Again, many thanks