Someone once said to me that they went to India and heard music in the background every day they spent there and that the land itself, seemed to be singing.I was surprised, and, not having visited that land, could not comment.Since I know myself though, I hear music every day in T&T. Sometimes too much, and often too loudly.The music is always there, whether it is early birdsong in the morning, church bells for a Saturday-afternoon wedding, the imam's chant at sunset or the radio next door that is always on, rather pleasantly.The Valley comes alive from Christmas to Carnival when, firstly, the sound of parang and drumming is powerfully insistent and then soca and occasionally, hopefully, pan, takes over.
It's all quite nice, I think. One of the undervalued pleasures of life in T&T. Music! We could boast of our music.The annual output of new melodies, of different trends, rapso, chutney and its various derivatives and then, dub, calypso, soca, parang, is staggering. Not only from established artistes but bubbling out of the underground musical scene, which I fear I know little about, but which always astonishes me whenever we happen to meet up. So it is not surprising this predilection in people's makeup carries over into the field of disability. The sight of the Lady Hochoy steelband on the streets at Kiddies Carnival is guaranteed to bring murmurs of pleasure from the watching crowd. Next Tuesday, May 13, there will be another opportunity to see adults and children with disabilities of various sorts display their musical talents.
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