All who want to learn the Sarode eventually consider going to India.
I wanted this for many years but was a father of three and without money.
Street music does not yeald a whole lot more than a means to eat. Ironically I got to study in India after my marriage broke apart.
I lived with a man in New Delhi, his name was Moni Das. That was a truely extraordinary experience. Moni Das was a single father and he lived at a temple in the middle of Rabindra Rangshalla, an area of scrub and forest in the centre of Delhi.
We shared a small hut with his two small daughters and he taught me day and night for several months.
I still consider his lessons the most profound of all the Sarode music I have learnt since 1968.
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