I taught my friends bachata in the middle of Manchester. My worlds were colliding…
Read MoreI loved that 'the girls part' of the song meant we got to climb over the lyrics and sing a higher harmony while the boys peeled the words apart down low…
Read More“Lágrimas e Chuva” by Kid Abelha takes me back to a warm and smokey Brazilian night in the backseat of a 2004 Citroen…
Read MoreTheir beloved poet Rabindranath Tagore was quoted, and the paintings of renowned Bangladeshi painter Zain Ul Abideen were reminisced about. My friend and I, being Pakistani, were egged on to…
Read MoreIf sharing our personalities, sharing our music and cultures, and celebrating our differences and diversity are the most beautiful and connective forms of interaction, then what difference does it make that we are not physically together when we do this?…
Read MoreHe pulled out an old—but new for me—dusty book from his briefcase. Books belonging to the Soviet orchestra library...
Read MoreThe song Piel Canela conjures images of my sister in traditional Costa Rican dress, dancing while it plays…
Read More"愛してたと嘆くには (I was in love once, I sigh) あまりにも時はすぎてしまった (far too much time has passed me by)." There's an uproar in the karaoke box...
Read MoreYour eyes watched me faithfully, fingers carefully following the dips and turns of my imperfect singing, matching the patchwork of words to the rhythm of music.
Read MoreI find the Turkish language so beautiful, and when it is sung it becomes even more so. It didn’t hurt that I had crushes on most of the popular female Turkish pop singers back in the 1980s either...
Read More“Jimi Hendrix is black?!” It was a rhetorical question I suppose.
Read MoreWe left the taxis that were everywhere, and we left the skyscrapers that gave the most incredible views of the vast city. We left the live music in the park where you could dance with other couples, smiling and laughing, not caring that you were stepping on your partner's feet...
Read MoreI hear Sappho’s Train de Paris and I remember Garde du Nord, waiting to take the TGV in Holland, Belgium or Brittany. Abidjan's songs reminds me of an Arab market in Vienna’s Mitt Bahnhof area...
Read MoreI listen to The Metro and I think of how guilty I felt buying Hitler era stamps in a small shop in Vienna’s Mitt Banhoff subway station arcade and how I had to use those auto stamp machines to get to the train...
Read MorePakistan has been flagged by the Australian government as a "terrorist country" and yet I consider it home...
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