21 may 2008
among the nightingales
Listen to this.
Some things never change. Back in the day, you'd go out into the fields at dusk with your saz, and with a volume of Hafiz tucked in your back pocket, to fool around with some venerable dastgah while the bulbuls spoke from the bushes.
So now it's the Heathrow corridor and the hum of the A2, but the meaning's the same. And if you ever catch up with me in my other life, the one where I'm a pastry sous-chef in an Omayyad palace of 11th century Al-Andalus taking night courses in astronomy at the University of Cordoba, well: this is the sort of stuff I'll have on my ipod.
