Word: musics
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...nation that does not always find it easy to change, to embrace the future. In Tokyo's Ota Memorial Museum of Art this month, there is an exquisite exhibition of ukiyo-e woodblock prints displaying Japan during the Meiji Restoration in the late 19th century, when Western habits - European music and military uniforms, crinolines - were beginning to replace the old ways. In one print, a woman in traditional kimono and lacquered hair watches wistfully as a young girl, hair flying behind her, joyfully rides a bicycle...
Marie Bell, one of two social workers at Ty'jhanae's school, says music serves as a balance for homeless kids. "Students are more resilient if they are able to develop musical skills," she says. The school encourages students to write daily journal entries that can help officials identify children who are between homes. "There may be some homeless kids here we don't know about," Bell admits. "Just letting them unscrew their valve and let some steam out helps...
...term world music gives you hives--and its condescension to musicians (lumping all non-Westerners into a single undifferentiated category) and consumers (writing off anyone who doesn't listen to it as implicitly narrow-minded) is really quite impressive--then grab an EpiPen before reading any further. For we are about to discuss Amadou and Mariam, the world-music stars who are not just a married, middle-aged couple from Mali but a blind, married, middle-aged couple from Mali. By description, they're worthier than the Grameen Bank...
...from Bambara and French; it's also possible they're just casual lyricists.) The exception, linguistically, is "I Follow You," sung by Amadou to his wife in tender, halting English: "Under the sun, baby, I follow you/ Under the ground, baby, I follow you." As Amadou told a British music magazine, "We would like English-speaking people to understand us. It's not a large vocabulary, but our heart...
...Real handsome sight in there. The flowers, and folks looking their best.”“Yes. Well, I’ll see you after the service.” I grabbed the door’s handle and threw it back. But the music had stopped. And the heads were bowing. And I was left there, at the brink of the congregation. I should have gone in. It would have been real easy—no one looking and me sneaking in on silent toes. But I’d never seen our sanctuary like this: churchgoers...