Michelle, poking fun at the Global Aid concert–who can resist it?–highlights a performance by some Australian Aborigines. Now, I don’t want to go all multi-culti on youse, but way back in my college days–i.e. mid-1960s–I was browsing in one of those specialty book & record stores in the Charing Cross Road when I found an LP (remember LPs?) some anthropologist had put together of Aboriginal music. On an impulse, I bought the thing, took it home, and listened to it… many times. I mean, it was sort of addictive, like the “Sanctus” chant from “If…”. I lost the thing long since, but have ever since nursed a mild urge to hear some Aboriginal chanting. YouTube has a few clips (like this one) but nothing like as good as I remember. But then, pretty much nothing is as good as I remember. You can’t go back.
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Mr. Derbyshire is a former contributing editor of National Review.
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