Not a fan of mainstream, I really loathe hearing commercial pop abroad, especially in some far off places. I guess it cannot be avoided – we all wear Nikes, have Facebook accounts and iPods.
But it is the uniqueness of distant places which makes us want to explore, not ‘globalization’. Trekking 5 days down the length of the Amazon river, then a few hours by bus into the jungle and hearing Rihanna, or whoever else is dominating the US charts and downloads, is really dispiriting.
midnight sun! full moon en route East to the mouth of the Amazon
But discovering new sounds can really give a great twist to a journey. It becomes your soundtrack. When you happen to hear it at some point again, when all the tastes and smells have evaporated, the sound transcends you back to that very moment, even if it wasn’t so significant, it becomes a piece of the puzzle.
So I gather and sample suggestions, hunt down the tunes that I’ve heard somewhere, some that have given a soundtrack to a passing but important to me moment, or an experience, some that have inspired me. I don’t let it pass, and sometimes I do it fanatically, especially if I think that it’s a thread that could lead me to discovering a new genre, a new sub-culture, or something different or unique.
I think of it as a way to delve deeper, to grow more attached.
it gets intimate… and personal space is an ambiguous concept
At the destination: sleeping in the wild – Albergue de Floresta in Alter Do Chao, Amazon
“Para mí sólo recorrer los caminos que tienen corazón. Por ahí yo recorro, y la única prueba que vale es atravesar todo su largo. Y por ahí yo recorro mirando, mirando, sin aliento”.
(source = unknown)
For me the only paths that make sense are those which have heart. And for this reason I travel, and the only option is to traverse them entirely and thoroughly. And so, I travel – looking, breathlessly.