A world music tour of my CD rack
Monday, March 26th, 2007
Please spare me the exhortations about going with an iPod/mp3-based music collection. I’m with you, really, it’s just that my daughter is the only one in the house with an iPod. She saved up for it, while I have to save up for, I dunno, suspension work on the car.
Our iTunes collection on the computer is getting bigger (there are killer Christmas tunes and lots of jazz/blues/rockabilly/roots stuff that we used to burn the soundtrack to our American South Road Trip) but I’m simply awash in CDs, cassette tapes and vinyl, so forgive me for talking Old School.
Whenever I travel, I look for good local music to buy that is evocative of my destination. There’s no grand shopping plan; I just wander into what we used to call a “record store” and ask for recommendations.
Sometimes I hear something and have to buy it, like that chilly night in Venice when I heard a beautiful harpsichord piece as I strolled around the city, trying not to explode from too much tiramisu and cappuccino. The streets and walkways were almost deserted, with just a few other people laughing and scurrying past, as the Baldassare Galuppi sonata bounced off of the stone walls around me. I had to have it. I still have it, and nothing says Venezia like it.
It was my family that bought the tapes in Bali. They had already been in Denpasar and Ubud for a week or so when I met them there, and my daughter insisted that her Dad take her every night to see the dance and music performances at Ubud Palace. She was only 5 or 6, but the charm of the lively, colorful productions had her enthralled. It’s a very visual experience, so just playing “The Gong Orchestra Plays the Story of the Ramayana” (a two-tape set) in the living room doesn’t quite cut it, but I’ll never throw them out (or the bamboo tingklik that I also lugged home.)
A street performer/busker staple around the world is the pan flute group, and why not? Sure, they all play Simon and Garfunkel’s version of the Peruvian song El Condor Pasa (from the album Bridge Over Troubled Water) but it’s lovely, contemplative music. In Guatemala I visited the colonial city of Antigua and, even better, the spectacular Mayan ruins at Tikal. (more…)
