March 31, 2010

Tel Aviv and Hebrew hiphop

Noa’s mum is a smiling, generous soul, and we spend two well-fed nights at her family house. The house is in a suburb of Tel Aviv, with a green garden and a dog brimming with affection. Pictures of siblings line the walls. One is of a sister doing a silly face with a rifle in her hands.

We’ve missed Passover by a day (Noa shows us photos of laughing cousins with kippa’d crowns) but there’s still chocolate and exotic fruit to feast on. A holiday atmosphere hangs in the air. In a bunker-club in town, a hip hop night is happening; we join the crowd in the smoky darkness to hear Hebrew rappers dance their words over old school beats, full of hype and passion. It’s done well. Noa, the perfect host, translates some snatches of lyrics for us; they speak of equality and defiance.

In the morning, we drive to the Dead Sea, sluggish endless hours in holiday traffic, and passing Jerusalem we glimpse a high grey wall, snaking around a corner. The separation wall? Yes. It’s just in passing. We spend hours floating and smearing Dead Sea mud on ourselves, smarting from the salt. Returning to Tel Aviv, night and sleep come easy.

IMAGE: Baba Brınkman reads in the shade, on the banks of the Dead Sea. 2010

IMAGE: Dizareli and Baba ın the Red Sea. 2010

IMAGE: Dizraeli and Baba Brinkman, members of the band 'Mud Sun', ın the Dead Sea. 2010

IMAGE: Dızraeli, Baba and Noa. The Dead Sea. 2010

One Response to “Tel Aviv and Hebrew hiphop”

  1. Baba says:

    Wicked pics Billy! Can’t wait to see the rest. Happy trails : )