SEDUCED BY SOUND: Let your passion be your passport

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SEDUCED BY SOUND: Let your passion be your passport

In his readable and funny Autobiography, Rod Stewart said when he was young his dad told him he needed three thing in life: a job, a sport and a hobby. Rod has singing, soccer and model railways: Done.

When I read that I wondered what of them I had: None.

As a freelancer writer there's no regular income, my idea of sport is seeing how fast I can go past it with the remote . . . and a hobby?

I don't collect anything, look at stamps – other than those in my passports – and I'm too busy enjoying wine to cellar it.

But – and because I've read Rod's book that might be a clue – I have an interest which has been filling my scrapbook of memories.

I love music. Of all kinds.

Jazz took me to New Orleans, Carnegie Hall and clubs in downtown New York; rock music shunted me from Sun Studio in Memphis where Elvis, Johnny Cash and others recorded, through the doors of Abbey Road in London and to more clubs than I care to count; and blues took me to Clarksdale, Mississippi where I stayed in the run-down hotel Bessie Smith died in back when it was a hospital.

2004_0527Tn2Ga0050Curiosity about Chinese music had me on the backstreets of Kunming in southwest China looking for a pipa (a lute-type instrument which hadn't even touched let alone thought I could play); country music had me at Loretta Lynn's antebellum mansion in rural Tennessee (“horses down that away” read a sign) then on to Nashville.

Tango took me into milongas (dance halls) in Buenos Aires and a past-midnight club for flat-tack punk-tango by the band Fernandez Fierro.

I've played washboard with a zydeco band in New Orleans (a real stretch of my abilities) and have sung tunelessly in a sleazy barrio bar in Barcelona. I did worse karaoke in smalltown Japan where my hosts were astonished I knew Japanese. I don't.

To learn the great jazz pianist Cedar Walton was playing in Paris meant a journey to a very cool arrondissement I previously knew nothing of and afterwards dinner with other chatty jazz lovers whom I would otherwise never have met. An Elvis fanatic's homage to The King in a small town in north Mississippi meant a short detour between Memphis and Tupelo. It was mad and I wouldn't have missed it for anything. I commend Graceland Too in Holly Springs to anyone, anyone with nerves of steel that is.

I've been to the graves of Elvis (Memphis), Buddy Holly (Lubbock, West Texas), Jimi Hendrix (Seattle) and Jim Morrison (Paris). I stood where Jeff Buckley went for his last swim (the swirling Wolf River in Memphis) and where the Ramones, Talking Heads, Blondie and dozens of other bands played (CBGBs in New York).

Were all these interesting? Of course not, but it was in the getting-there.

The point is, your passion can pull you away from the tourist trails and take you to parts of town others might never see.

Your interest may be ancient civilisations – boy, does Ireland have a treat for you at Newgrange near the River Boyne – or soccer (can anything beat a stadium game in South America for atmosphere?). It may be literature (most cities offer literary walks) or food (there are cooking classes everywhere).

P5190425By following your passion you'll invariably meet others sharing it (football hooligans don't frequent cooking classes in Hanoi) and so conversations begin, friendships blossom and reciprocal hospitality can be suggested. “You must look us up if you're ever in . . .”

This is what travel is about, people and things which interest and stimulate you.

If you don't care about tennis at home then Wimbledon is probably wasted on you.

My interest got me away from the pool in Bali and into villages at night to hear gamelan orchestras (sublime incidentally) and drew me across the square in Marrakech to sit beside Berber musicians when it might have been easier to stay in the restaurant.

What would I have gained if I'd had another mint tea? I know what I would have missed.

When we travel it's easy to be seduced by the stately home, the architectural wonder, a Really Famous Painting . . . If that's your passion, then fine.

But if it isn't?

Of course we hear the call of the local market . . . but if you ain't cookin' you ain't buyin' so it's probably a waste of time.

Use that time looking at dead fish and strange vegetables to do something you really want to do.

You've paid heavily for it. And it isn't coming back.

Elsewhere is awash with music of all persuasions of course, but there are many, many travel stories for you to read also. Start here and get your passport stamped while staying at home. Enjoy. 

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Jamie - Mar 29, 2013

I really enjoyed reading this, Graham. It's so true that through our passions our best journeys and connections happen, most often in unexpected ways. I'm going to be bold here and suggest that you also have a second passion: Communication. Your ability to communicate is wonderful, and the fact that you've created this platform to communicate about your passions is so cool. I've said it before; Elsewhere enhances my life! Thanks.

Jessica Kitt - Jul 5, 2013

I agree with Jamie - if it not a passion - then communication is most certainly a talent of yours. Very inspiring article! Especially for those of us whose idea of fun is getting lost, wandering the back streets and sitting in the dingiest looking coffee shops and bars in the hope of finding those unforgettable experiences. And you're right, travelling by following a passion - no matter what it is - is an enriching experience. Like you, I do this with music. I have a friend who is a ceramists, she is currently travelling South America on the hunt for underground artist studios and she has some great stories to tell. But those stories are born out of the journey and the people she meets, rather than the art she finds.

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