In "Edward Scissorhands," the 1990 movie that's one of Burton's most personal (it's like a nightmare tucked inside a Christmas snow globe), Johnny Depp plays the title character as a whey-faced boy in wild hair and punk leather whose hands are giant metal threshers that could kill you.
In the audience will be some of the family and friends who saw him develop from a whey-faced kid living in a terraced house in the old suburb of Rotton Park, peeping out his first tentative tunes on a cheap tin whistle, to the accomplished professional musician he is today, his talents showcased by a band with global appeal.
The band's history makes exotic fodder for jaded music journalists weaned on a diet of whey-faced indie bands and while Ibrahim's troubled history isn't a set of cheap anecdotes to be spun for fun, he knows they serve an educational purpose."For us our struggle against drought and then armed struggle with government forces was a painful and bitter time," he says."Family and friends were lost over the years.