They’re a posse of Asheville artists who play with the sort of spunk, meticulousness and joy that should be bottled and sold at some obscure roadside stand by a secret guru. The mystical, tribal and always fascinating Toubab Krewe have the ability to stir those emotions that you thought you may have lost, without singing a single phrase in any language.
On November 13th, I was all set to see the Toubab Krewe play the B.Side Lounge in Boulder. I headed downtown early, hoping to catch the band after sound check. I'd been corresponding back and forth with their tour manager for a few weeks, and after agreeing to review the band's new album, Live at the Orange Peel (due to be released on Nov.
After spending much of August in the studio working on their next album, Toubab Krewe will hit the road for an extensive tour this fall. The band kicks things off on September 8 at the Trade Music Farm, a gorgeous outdoor venue in the mountains of eastern Tennessee. From there, they head to the Midwest for a run of club dates and performances at the Wall to Wall Guitar and Lotus music festivals.
As I sat and listened to Toubab Krewe, I couldn't help but think of the language of music. The vocabulary and accents were ringing through my head, reminding me of the peaceful nature of mankind. The notes melted together like a true melting pot, not the segregated version we've been told about for so long. But one with true meaning. A blending of cultures, ideas, and of people. These were the opening rhythms of