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Tuesday 24th May
I was deeply worried just before showtime, there were only a couple of thousand who were loosely breezing around the large festival field in the middle of Rabat. This was the famous Mawazine Music festival. For years they had tried to woo me to perform here, now it seemed the time had come. But just before the show was about to start, my son Muhammad came back with another photo of the scene out front; my sweat soon evaporated. Over the last fifteen minutes, the place was sprawling, filled with waves of people all whistling and shouting for the concert to begin. The sun had set and I walked on stage.
The event was truly colossal. I’ve never heard so many people singing Father & Son as loud and as confidently as this before, must be something to do with the fact that the lyrics were taught widely in many schools in Morocco as part of the English syllabus. Well, no one was disappointed, least of all me. The crowd were spectacularly warm. My only regret is that in all the excitement, I forgot to sing Tala’al Badru Alayna. and all I can say is thank you, peace be with you – salams – for a wonderful Moroccan night of love and peace.