Someone sent me an email recently asking if I really was in a “famous,” pioneering rock band in Cairo in the 60s.
I’m not sure why this piece of trivia is important, in this day and age, when we all have to deal with the unfortunate reality of this lot…
Abdel Fattah el-Sisi
Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo
Kim Jong Un
and their many good friends
… but the answer is aiwa.
The pic you see above is of me, playing my first guitar, way back in 1965. I may look older than 14, but that was my age in the pic.
Some people think of that period as the “golden age” of Egypt.
Well… Egypt was nicer, sure, but not everything was perfect
For example, if you might have noticed that I do not look overly happy.
There’s a good reason for that.
Look carefully, and you will see that I am missing the D string on this cheap guitar that I bought near Bab-el-Haddeed, otherwise known as the Cairo train station.
I remember looking in vain in downtown Alex for a replacement that summer, and being really miffed that I had to wait till I returned to Cairo before getting it.
(By the way, this was a flamenco style acoustic guitar. I eventually wanted an electric sound, so I replaced the nylon strings with steel ones. This of course soon warped the guitar from the extra tension, which I did not know would happen. I did this so I could screw a little pickup magnetic mic at the base of the neck. It had a coiling wire which I threaded through the main soundhole and then through a little hole I made in the ribs of the guitar. I then plugged this wire into an old radio, and, ishta, that is how I put together my first electric guitar!)
If you are super observant, you might also notice that there are strange splotches on the guitar.
That is because I painted red housepaint over the face varnish.
Why would I ruin a guitar this way?
Well, at the time, I saw a pic of The King playing a red guitar, so being imitative the way all teenagers are, I bought a small tin of plain oil based housepaint, and the rest is history.
For some reason, the paint never really dried, which caused this guitar to ruin a few of my favorite t-shirts back then.
Well, 1965 was a very long time ago.
Lots has changed, since, in Egypt, and me — but some things have remained the same.
I still play, massalan.
Here’s an original composition I recorded, warts and all, about a year ago. It’s a little monotonous, but hey, there’s only one guitar playing.