Listen Globally...

An infinite beach of white sand melts into water of an unrealistic turquoise hue. The warm waters of the Arabian sea lay across the horizon, lulling me into a heavy and languid sleep. Sadness drips down the walls of my heart until it’s completely saturated. My soul swims in loneliness and struggles against the undercurrent. Tears fall heavily onto the sand before me…

Never have I fallen more deeply in love with a collective musical talent as I have with Pink Martini. Their music ensnares me until I’m a slave to their compositions. If their music were a flavor it would be the darkest chocolate paired with a glass of handmade basket-pressed cabernet. Then I listen again. My words fall flat. Its not simply listening to music. It is a completely encompassing experience. Not only does their music invoke vivid imagery in my mind, but deep and unexpected emotions. Loss, melancholy, like my experience above. Then, soul bursting happiness and joy.

Though Pink Martini originated in Portland they are not of this country musically. With them I have danced all night in a club in Greece, I’ve tangoed in a small bar in Spain, and cried tears over wasted time and heartache in Rio de Janeiro. I’ve felt the Siberian chill at my back while watching snow fall in Red Square. I’ve retreated to my room to smoke away my broken heart in Paris and I’ve looked for Yolanda throughout Mexico.

For me, the finest of these sensory decadent travels is when I spend Una Notte A Napoli… It is truly an out of body experience.

It is unlikely that I will ever have the opportunity to travel the most farthest and obscure places in the world.
…but to purchase the artful music of Pink Martini is to purchase a first-class ticket around the globe.
Photo by Adam Levey2007