We’re not creating a sound—we’re part of that sound. We’re the direct descendants of people who’ve played this music since its inception. We’ve inherited this tradition, and it’s part of who we are.
Fisherman’s tea is a rich, deep amber, to which you add canned evaporated milk and lots of sugar if you want it. Drinking it black would be insupportable, and even whole milk is sometimes too weak to buffer the tea’s kick. Continue reading The Bluenose Tea Ceremony (and the Search for Fisherman’s Tea)
Somewhere in the process of creating their own instruments, this Brazilian rock band got the idea that they might be able to help needy neighborhood kids by teaching them how to play these instruments, as well as how to make and sell them. Continue reading Roque’s Factory, Brazil
“Now is the time for the country to shake off the destructive forces within itself and to live in the freedom and security that Tunisians both desire and deserve, a new peace not presided over by autocrats, army, or police, but one managed by the voluntary cooperation of a free people.” Continue reading Manouba, Tunisia: A Palace, an Escape Route, and a Women’s Prison
I heard a small boy, brandishing his own tiny sign, say proudly, “I’m protesting for peace!” Continue reading Montreal Vigil to Commemorate Victims of the Quebec City Mosque Attack