The Pouring Forth of Words

A moved-up book deadline has me scrambling over these next few days, so I'm just gonna ease you into the holiday weekend with some Uzbek pop. I don't understand a word, of course, but my hunch is the ladies of Shahrizoda are preaching against the evils of materialism. The highlight is around the 1:08 mark, when the group briefly operates a kebab grill at what I take to be an Ürümqi bazaar. As an old girlfriend of mine once said, there is nothing sexier than a woman toiling over a steaming-hot griddle full of meat. (She had a summer job at Carney's at the time, so her axiom was somewhat self-serving.)