General - Hey Mr Sitar Man
My work year is over on a high. As I went out of the door earlier today I had a good feeling in my bones.
The first demo in Foresthill went well enough and the two of us made our way across London to posh Highbury and Islington. I knocked on a town house door, you know the type of tall building with steep steps at the front and more floors than a house should be aloud? It was answered by Balu and his lovely wife.
This charming and friendly chap is one of the finest sitar players in the world according to his website
‘Baluji is one of the greatest sitarists of India with the ability to enthral an audience
regardless of their level of understanding of the musical genre.’
We ended up chatting as they fed me with Indian treats and lots of tea before heading over to Angel on the bus. It was a rare occasion that I went out of the house with no GPS receiver and I’ll tell you it felt strange not to have the access to POI and street information that I now take for granted.
We strolled down a long crowded street perfumed with spices and oriental fragrance and threaded between stall holders in that special London way on chapel Market until we found a restaurant called the Indian Veg Bhelpoori House. The vegetarian Indian food was plentiful and extremely inexpensive. We paid under 14 quid for two beers and as much food as we wanted and its worth a visit if you’re in north London, just amazing snap.
I may try and get Baluji for a quick interview to put on the blog as this guy really has a story to tell. Oh, and he sells cds on amazon. This wouldn’t matter a jot if he was a jerk, but he’s a lovely man and this afternoon was a pleasure.
I’m on the train moving towards Epsom stuffed with food crunching on the last few aniseeds’ left from the restaurant. I may go for a pint in the pub but am bloated and tired now.
The first demo in Foresthill went well enough and the two of us made our way across London to posh Highbury and Islington. I knocked on a town house door, you know the type of tall building with steep steps at the front and more floors than a house should be aloud? It was answered by Balu and his lovely wife.
This charming and friendly chap is one of the finest sitar players in the world according to his website
‘Baluji is one of the greatest sitarists of India with the ability to enthral an audience
regardless of their level of understanding of the musical genre.’
We ended up chatting as they fed me with Indian treats and lots of tea before heading over to Angel on the bus. It was a rare occasion that I went out of the house with no GPS receiver and I’ll tell you it felt strange not to have the access to POI and street information that I now take for granted.
We strolled down a long crowded street perfumed with spices and oriental fragrance and threaded between stall holders in that special London way on chapel Market until we found a restaurant called the Indian Veg Bhelpoori House. The vegetarian Indian food was plentiful and extremely inexpensive. We paid under 14 quid for two beers and as much food as we wanted and its worth a visit if you’re in north London, just amazing snap.
I may try and get Baluji for a quick interview to put on the blog as this guy really has a story to tell. Oh, and he sells cds on amazon. This wouldn’t matter a jot if he was a jerk, but he’s a lovely man and this afternoon was a pleasure.
I’m on the train moving towards Epsom stuffed with food crunching on the last few aniseeds’ left from the restaurant. I may go for a pint in the pub but am bloated and tired now.
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