I’m fully under the spell of the sufi singing of Abida Parveen (video here. Just for kicks, pretend you’re her hands). It flashes me back to Singapore, 2002, a wickedly humid noontime in Little India, jasmine and diesel scents hanging in the thick air, browsing at little CD shop, asking the clerk to suggest a female devotional singer, him pointing right to Abida Parveen from Pakistan. After an hour of absorbed listening and talking…Abida, Bollywood, Bhimsen Joshi…as I walked back outside into the heat, the shop owner blasted The Last Town Chorus on the outdoor speakers behind me, the music weaving into the color-soaked cacaphony of Serangoon Road. Gotta find a temple in Jackson Heights.

(Sent from my mobile phone.)