Head over to The Fader to check out the first of my weekly Morocco updates for the month of June, accompanied by photos from John Francis Peters and, of course, music.
Forget Bogart. Casablanca is an utterly modern city, North Africaâ€™s largest, with traffic-choked roadways and upscale neighborhoods and swaths of shantytowns whose residents have satellite dishes but no running water. While most tourists skip Casa to spend their dirhams in more scenic towns, the gritty magnet metropolis pulls in folks from all over the country looking for work, and powers Moroccoâ€™s music and art scenes. Iâ€™m here for a month with FADER photo editor John Francis Peters and an international crew of six others. Music brought us. . .
This next tune is a song halfway between traditional Berber songs from rural Moroccoâ€”popularized in the 1970s by Le Comptoirâ€™s main artist, Mohammed Rouichaâ€”and our Auto-Tuned, pixelated tomorrow. Itâ€™s by Adil El Miloudi. Adil performs across Europe and tells me that this summer heâ€™ll be making appearances in to Florida and Boston, for the first time. His breakthrough song, â€œNothing Nothingâ€, has well over a million YouTube views. Adil lives in Kenitra and performs regularly at a Tangier nightclub called the Morocco Palace (free entrance but they gouge you on shisha and drink prices).
The Palace has a light-up disco dance floor and really good subwoofers. Everything else is covered in intricate Islamic pattern woodcarvings, except the enormous flatscreen TV right above the stage, which is set to a music video channel and is never, ever turned off, even when live bands are performing underneath it. Adil rolls around town with a phalanx of young guys whose primary duty seems to be handing him various cellphones at the appropriate moment. I know this because, after calling several of those phones, I found myself, along with Maga Bo, at Adilâ€™s house at four in the morning a month ago. â€œThis is Tom,â€ he said, pointing at his manager. â€œAnd this is Jerry,â€ he said, pointing at his cat.