CitiZen One in India
| INTRODUCTION I have been writing touring travel logs for the past 3 or 4 years. I send them out regularly to my family, fan-list and email-list. So when Yoga Chai asked me to submit a series about my India travels, I was eager but a little hesitant. India is not the fairy tale land of yoga and enlightenment I've heard talked about at many of the studios and ashrams where I've enjoyed playing so much music. Its dirty, its hot, its loud, everybody is trying to sell you something...all the time. Sure there's lots of chanting, bathing in the Ganga and unbelievable acts of devotion, etc., etc. This is what we Westerners love, but I can't just write about that stuff. Finding music here can be like pulling teeth, falling out of bed or just walking into a temple. It is true, I am in search of music, but mostly these tales have to do with my own life rather than about a particular artist, performance or musical work. Of course, when you get right down to it, to me, there really is no difference between music and my life. As my teacher and friend, Balaji, the great Indian Classical Karnatic singer and violinist said to me, "Music is my life, and the language of God." Wish me luck finding a nice quiet spot to write. Om Shanti, CitiZen One |
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