Lotus Festivities

Music; the universal language. Another Lotus Festival has come and gone and a great time was had by all; all who came anyway. It rained Saturday night which served to eliminate the crowds that have become common that second night of the event. It was a reasonable tradeoff. But no rain could dampen for me the wonder of all of that great music from all over the world. The contrast, too, of hopping from style to style is an experience all its own. We went once from ethereal Central Asian throat singing, accompanied by a string quartet and synthesizer, to Latin punk. OK, that was a little much, we didn't even stay for one song of the punk. But going from outside under a tent listening to Hungarian Gypsy music to a church to hear an acoustic duo performing songs from the Jewish and Christian traditions, to Ugandan Afro-pop at a nightclub worked rather well. I love Lotus. My heart is full.