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Glasgow Music

Every city has its sound—Manhattan’s taxi commotion and Sydney ferries, or Cairo’s car horns and New Orleans’ trumpets in the streets—though try and define it too much and you’ll miss the music of the place. To be a good traveler, you really only have to listen. I’ve been listening to Glasgow since the eighties—ever since…

In New York City, your waiter is always an actor—In Scotland, they’re all musicians, or better yet—pipers. By night, David Provan (age 18) serves guests at Langass Lodge on the Isle of North Uist (yust). By day, he studies (and plays) the bagpipe at the University of the Highlands and Islands, which has a campus…

I ran a red light and didn’t get caught. I was walking down Main Street at a good pace—almost 3 miles an hour—when I saw the red light at the intersection. But I just kept going, right through that intersection and on towards the courthouse, then back again. Yep, I ran that red light two…

All travelers sing–the road demands it. Driving more than 5,000 miles around Texas granted me a lot of radio time, and as I traveled across the wide open landscape of the Lone Star State, I discovered some truly brilliant melodies and lyrics. I also exceeded the daily recommended allowance for country music. It would seem…

The morning after the first night I stood on my balcony, nineteen floors above the city, bleary-eyed and bare but for boxer shorts, warming my skin in the Texas sun and listening to the electric guitars far below. Neither the chainsaw ring of six strings nor the drummer’s ankle thump of beating drums had ceased…

Bruce is a real cowboy. He has a ranch with horses and a big American flag flying out front, and he has a guitar and he knows how to play it. I met Bruce Anfinson on a sleigh ride up at Lone Mountain Ranch near Big Sky, Montana. A full moon shone through the forest…

Julie Andrews had it all wrong. In the 1965 film musical The Sound of Music, her character Maria sings how The Lonely Goatherd yodeled and how it sounded “lusty and clear from the goatherd’s throat.” Clearly neither she nor Oscar Hammerstein II knew anything about actual yodeling. “With yodeling your voice jumps from deep in…

Music might be global but every place in the world has its own unique melody. In Africa, there’s a very special way of singing with leading calls, an echoing chorus, and a kind of rich, soul-warming harmony that brightens any mood. Along with dancing and painting, singing is an important part of education at Save…

Another night, another great musical discovery. I have to say, the music never stops in this city on the river. After a luscious meal at Arnaud’s, I head on over to Mimi’s in the Marigny, a bar and music club that’s so effortlessly cool, I felt all the cool seep into me the second I…

The problem with New Orleans is having too much of a good thing. Too much good food (beignets, pralines) and far too much good music. Walking down Frenchman Street last Saturday night felt like spinning the radio dial and listening to one great station after another every few paces. Imagine a dozen clubs side by…

“That man does not love you, he is not in love with you.” From behind the closed curtain I can hear a smoker’s voice rasping into a speaker phone, “He has never loved you but don’t worry baby, I see another marriage for you next year and then another baby–healthy, of course.” The psychic reading…

Sayonara Song

Saying goodbye might be the hardest part of travel. Despite all the miles I clock and all the countries I visit, I have yet to perfect the process of bidding farewell to a country that I have fallen so deeply in love with. I left Japan a few hours before a big typhoon — it…

Here it is folks! What you’ve all been waiting for, right? I appealed to you for true-blue Ontario music, and boy oh boy, did you deliver. In the comments and across Twitter, I received several hundred suggestions for all your favorite quintessential Ontario songs. In the name of authenticity and research, I listened to every…

I traveled to Australia because it’s what I know least. It’s the farthest place from home and literally the opposite end of my world. Where better to begin my digital wanderings than in a huge, almost-empty continent on the flip side of the globe? (It also helps that it’s summer down here.) I flew to…

After 38 continuous hours of traveling through America’s south, Andrew Evans has arrived in Houston and is taking a well-deserved break for the day (and taking the opportunity to catch up with his folks). Throughout the trip so far, he’s been sending off his colorful and poetic missives on Twitter @Bus2Antarctica and has already amassed…

Andrew Evans is busy packing his bags and getting ready to leave for the ultimate road trip. But he needs some help preparing his playlist… Road trips are awesome, especially when they have a cool soundtrack to bring lyrics to the landscapes and capture each adventure along the way. Seeing as I’m about to embark…