After reading Rabbi Ethan Linden’s relatively-new blog on a daily basis, I have said several times that I should restart Magash Hakesef. If you aren’t checking in on the Chief Conservative Rabbi of Louisiana’s blog, then you should be. Add that one to your GoogleReader.
Tonight I went with my father and his friend and colleague Henry to Madras Mahal in the infamous “Curry Hill.” Southern Indian food – my favorite.
At a certain point I recognized the music playing in the restaurant. Because my Hindi is a bit rusty, I asked the waiter the name of the song. It turns out it’s a “nasha song,” a love song.
You might find it familiar:
Or maybe you don’t. But now listen to this one:
As far as I'm concerned, they are the exact same music. Do you agree?
Two love songs, same music and one or two Israelis make it over to India...
I plan to look into this parallel a bit more, but can only assume that the Indian song came first.
This same phenomenon happened to me several years ago, when I heard what I thought was a Yiddish folk song at a Japanese baseball game. It turns that the Japanese audio director for the Osaka Giants liked the title track for Dschingis Khan’s album and was not up on Mordechai Ben David’s “Yidden.”
Or maybe he knew both. Who am I to judge?
And we’re back in business. More commentary to come on a more continuous basis.
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