Hotel Suerte Loca in Sidi Ifni
So the last i left off the band had broken up in Sweden and we had made our way back to the UK to fly home.
I however had always planned to stay behind in England. My girlfriend Mary (later my first wife) had planned to meet up with me in the UK and then we were gonna spend a little time time traveling around europe. But i had two weeks to kill till she got there. the first thing i did was go and visit my cousin John in london. We methodically explored quite a number of pubs in the the grimy yet colorful area of south london where he lived. John worked nights and i learned to ride the night buses around london. A helpful skill i relied upon many times since. I’ve never understood why one of the biggest cities in the world has a subway system that doesn’t run all night. Also the London tube map has a way of distorting your perception of the spatial relationship between different neighborhoods and boroughs of London. You get a much better sense from the buses. But i digress.
I then headed down to the Isle of Thanet. This is the very tip of land where the south eastern thames estuary meets the english channel. This is where my mother’s people live. At least for the last few generations. I have a large batch of cousins, uncles and aunts in this area. in particular my grandfather lived in a little seaside town of Westgate-On-Sea. We then explored the various pubs of this part of the UK.
By the time mary arrived in London i was ready to get out to of the UK. I had settled on a pretty wacky idea. A trip to Morocco. I was unwittingly taking part in a long rock tradition of visiting this cultural crossroads. Mary didn’t seem totally thrilled by the idea of visiting a predominantly muslim country, only because she had in mind more of a laying on the beach vacation, not a covering up her head, arms and legs vacation. On top of that she had spent time in Mogadishu not cause she was in the 10th mountain division but because her mother and stepfather were very ambiguously associated with the state department, always ending up in interesting places like the Mogadishu, Peshawar and Manilla. Read into that what you will.
On the balcony at Hotel Suerte Loca
But go we did. Ending up in the very unique city of Sidi Ifni. (To arbabic speakers: I’m aware it’s redundant to say City when Sidi is already in the name. But we notoriously monolingual americans won’t be able to find it on a map if i just say Ifni.) We went to Sidi Ifni largely because of the strange description the Lonely Planet guide to morocco. Since revised, it used to say something that began this way:
“If Lethargy and Decay can be described as charming…
Hence this line in Sidi Ifni.
we drank wine, slept off hangovers
lethargy decay and forgotten loves
“Through the porthole see an epiphany I will never leave this place alive”
Inspiration for that line was this apartment building designed to resemble a Ship. Sidi Ifni Morocco.
The second reason we went to Sidi Ifni was because of it’s hybrid culture and lack of pestering “guides”. Sidi Ifni was part of Spain from 1860 to 1969. It is a strange updated remix of Spanish and Moorish. Remember Spain already contains a healthy dose of Moorish culture. The architecture of the town is this spanish/arbabic/ art decco mix. It is striking. Also when we were there, the legal status of many of the mansions in the spanish quarter left them abandoned and boarded up. That whole quarter which near the hotel suerte loca was largely vacant. There was also a Spanish Consolate, in this quarter. It was unlocked the two times we went to visit it, but no one was there. Totally eery. Another interesting feature was the grand promenade and staircase that ran down to the beach. Although the city made an effort to maintain it, it seemed to be always on the verge of crumbling and being overgrown by shrubs and vines. Finally as the spanish had land routes in and out of the city, the center of the city was a runway. At the time Mary and I were there the locals used it as a giant pedestrian thruway. Whether it was unusable or simply used so rarely it seemed abandoned was never clear. The whole town had the feel of Macondo the fictional town in 100 years of Solitude. Indeed the french couple that was staying at Hotel Suerte Loca brought it up conversation
“Is Gabriel Garcia Marquez translated into English?”
“You mean this city reminds you of Macondo?”
“Vines and Shrubs grew between the steps from the Spanish town to the African sea”
Another character at the Hotel Suerte Loca was an gay englishman of indeterminate age . Everyday he’d sit out on the balcony at 5pm to listen to the BBC worldwide service. We’d often join him with a bottle of the local sulfite heavy headache inducing wine. He had been in Morocco for some time. He had been a composer of some kind. This strangely mimicked the writer Paul Bowles history. He makes appearances in both Dr Bernice and Sidi Ifni.
Dr Bernice:
“The Soundtrack is played by some aged british queen on BBC radio one”
Sidi Ifni:
There was an air of sadness to this man. Or perhaps i projected my sadness from the demise of CVB onto him. Alone at the very edge of civilization. And this time i really mean the edge of civilization. This isolated coastal enclave hemmed in by the trailing edge of the Atlas mountains. Only accessible by dirt road through the mountains via Tiznit or Guelmin. The climate along the coast was like San Diego or Ensenada, but just south of us the Atlantic Ocean meets the sand of the Sahara. It was as if we were at the end of long skinny peninsula between two seas. Or with some poetic license between the Sea and the moon.
Between the sea and the moon. Doing my best sheltering sky pose.
Finally the Hotel Suerte Loca. This lovely and friendly place was our home. The family that ran it had two adult sons who took an interest in the fact i was a musician. They took me out and introduced me to other musicians. They also had considerable knowledge of the western rock music and introduced me to many Moroccan and Magreb (western arab world) artists. Most of these artists played traditional or arabic and berber pop music, but a couple of the cassettes i brought home were moroccan “space rock” bands. Indeed many young moroccans would proudly tell you the influence that their music had on various icons of 60’s and 70’s rock music. The music to the song Sidi Ifni also references the sound of these moroccan space rock band. This was a conscious choice to do this rather than reference the traditional music of Morocco.
The phrase “Suerte Loca” means wild luck. Or crazy luck. I loved that this hotel was named this. So i also dropped this phrase into the song The Good Life.
Sidi Ifni
[INTRO:] [Em] [Bm] [A] [Em] [Em] [Bm] [A] [Em] [D] [C] [Em] [D] [C] [Em]We walked [Em] down a long prome-[Bm]-nade Down a winding [A] stair, wide as boule-[Em]-vards Vines and shrubs grew between the [Bm] steps From the Spanish [A] town to the African [Em] sea We drank [D] wine and toasted to the [C] day [BREAK:] We’d awake to the BBC And from the roof see Canary seas Well I went down, mostly on my own I drink gin with the old ex-pats [ENDING:] |
 |
300 Songs 
You must be logged in to post a comment.