A Critic Abroad: Symphony of Millions: A Critic at Large: The New Yorker
I walked for another hour in the temple park, thrilled to have had an aural glimpse of what I took to be the true music of China. A little later, I heard a wistful melody coming from an unseen bamboo flute, and went in search of its source, hoping for another revelation. After making my way through a maze of pine trees, I found a man of great age and haunted visage, playing the theme from “The Godfather.â€
That’s great!
Fascinating article. Another thing to be thankful for: musical freedom.