Accompanied by the Saltpond City Band led by his son Henry, who displays great pride in his father, Ebo Taylor presents himself, his eternal hat screwed on a wise old head with more than 80 years experience and mischievous eyes. He doesn’t appear on stage until the twentieth minute, where he performs two long pieces before relaxing in his chair for the next section. His voice has muffled over the years, but it does nothing to obliterate the sacred presence of his character, nor the vitality of his music.