Wow! The sound and the focus is on the money. The piece, like the music, is rhythmic, percussive, pulls you along with little bits of genius.

Corey Harris is a musician crossing boundaries. The blues is the father, hip/hop/rap the son. His patriarchy of song stretches from Mali to the streets of LA, touching all weighpoints on the journey.

This short-subject is delectable. Harris speaks the language of the blues like its his own, and makes it clearly recognizable to us living on its periphery. Certainly made me want to hear more of what Corey has to offer.