First, it dropped through the mail slot in the form of India, a new CD from Putumayo. Admittedly, when I cued it up I found it a little too easy listening for my taste. But I let it play, and like so many things that evoke India, I was totally roped in. I drove across downtown with Satish Vyas’ Homeward Journey playing and I completely forgot where I was. I’m not sure that critics are going to find anything new or groundbreaking on this disk, but if, like me, you’re a sucker for the seductive ambiance of an imaginary, quiet India, there’s nothing not to like about this disk.… continued…
I am a Sesame Street kid. I grew up watching Big Bird stop to chat outside Mr. Hooper’s store and listening to Maria and Luis and Gordon and Bob and the whole crew of multicultural human and not so human beings sing to me about the alphabet and colors and simple math and being nice and a bunch of other topics. And when I started to travel abroad, after Sesame Street had gone global, I loved to watch in different languages because I could understand.… continued…
