The Wayback Machine

guitar in alexandria
At our chalet on Cleopatra beach, Montazah Palace, 1965. Notice the lack of tall hotel and apartment buildings, which now hover over Montazah like prison guard towers

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…

Jair Bolsonaro
Viktor Orbán
Bashar al-Assad
Abdel Fattah el-Sisi
Nikolaos Michaloliakos
Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo
Kim Jong Un
Isaias Afwerki
Aleksandr Lukashenko
Islam Karimov
Omar al-Bashir
Jaroslaw Kaczynski
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.

takht band
Here is the band at one of our first concerts — we were very advanced for the era

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.

Enjoy!

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One thought on “The Wayback Machine

  1. Nice history Ali but the band in the picture is more Andalusian than a rock band. I have to admit that I never attended your band playing because I was only 5 at that time. My family also owned a chalet in Ma3moura and we used to go to Montaza in the early 70’s and attend the Black coats and Les Petits Chats playing. I guess your band was different from them. By the way I was searching on the net about the history of those 2 bands when I came across an article mentioning that your band was formed before them. Then I googled your name and found your blog. I am like you I feel sorry for the situation in Egypt and the middle East in general but what can we do my friend. Peace

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