For as many years as I’ve been a traveling man, I have gravitated toward certain types of music. I especially am drawn to Arabic music, that enchanting pulsing beat that comes with lyrics I can’t understand, adding to the mystique. I discovered an artist named Nasrat Ali Khan a decade ago, he’s from Pakistan and played music that put me into a trance.
I remember two times during visits to Malaysia where Arab music burst forth from a boombox in a market in a town in the far north Kota Bharu, one of me most religious cities in the muslim nation. I heard that music and wanted to find out who played it, and never was able to.
Then I woke up very early in my hotel room there and on the TV, the picture showed Muslims during the haj, in Mecca circling the al-kaaba, the black stone in the middle of the Holy Mosque. The music was so memorable I tried to find out what it was, but never did.