I admit, I am superstitious. Come on, you canNOT be from the middle east and not be; after all, we perfected the concept of the evil eye. And, of course, there's the whole idea of signs. Signs, signs, everywhere signs.
(Don't worry, I am not about to break out that song.)
On a whim, I went looking for the CD we made for our wedding, because I wanted to upload a traditional Persian song--specifically, one from Shiraz--up to imeem for a possible future post. It hasn't escaped my attention that for all my talk about music, I've yet to say anything about the vast and varied choices from my own culture. However, that was not meant to be, at least not for tonight.
What I ended up finding was my (so I thought) long lost Limpopo CD, Give Us a Break, which I had purchased 13 years ago in that wonderful little CD store I'd mentioned in a post a while back, back in West Hartford. I admit, I didn't look too hard for it, or rather too long, when I misplaced it, because the CD seems to have a had charmed life of its own, ever since I bought it, getting lost at times when things were not going well (my denial of entry back to the US after I got my H1-B approval, but needed to exit and get a reentry visa for a new I-94, which had me in limbo in the UK for 12 days) and then turning up when I least expected it, usually before something good happened (deciding to go on an overseas trip with L. later that year, anyway, with a to hell with it attitude about reentry, and then getting a multiple entry visa, which was unheard of with an H1-B, back in the day. As an aside, he offered to get married before we left on the trip--and this is before we were officially dating. Hah.)
I am going to listen to this entire CD tonight, now that I finally can hear all the songs again after so long, and I am totally taking it as a sign that something good finally this way comes.
Oh, fine, the whole CD is now available for download on Amazon...which it wasn't six months ago, by the way. I know, I checked. Still, the magic isn't in having the songs available whenever; it's having them turn up when I need them. Well, I'll be nice and have two or three available for your listening pleasure; you can buy the rest yourself. Warning: some of the songs on the CD, and especially these selections, may cause you to dance a bit like a dervish. (Or is that just me? Seriously, this is awesome twirling music.)
