Thomson house was converted from a venue for raging kegers where girls from halifax named elizabeth go skin-out on daddy’s wallet, to a south asian, mehfil style harem-like refuge.

I set my turntable up on the floor as if it were a tabla set, and let loose on some of the illest Qawwali joints I’ve come across till date.

Uncles, and Aunties of all faces and feathers came through to sit and listen to the beauty while my sister blessed us with spiced tea, and my bestest made sure things were running smoothly. My Aki made a few signs and enjoyed the vibes, and rested her soul on the floor to Wadali brothers. I was in ecstasy only playing the shit….i imagined what it would be like performing it for real.

We raised some change for the AWN, and all in all, this experiment was a success….

Mount Mehfil Pt. 2 will take place again…
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Karma Atchykah is killing the scene right now. Im honored to have had a hand in one of his last songs dedicated to his mum…cest ça brejin.

I have to say it’s a crazy ill track.

Pour Mama – Karma Atchykah Prod. Sikh Knowledge