It was very nice music, in its own way. Rob wasn’t about to throw away his Violent Femmes albums and listen to nothing else, but it was appealing in its way. It was called “bamboo music” in English: it was created by slapping bamboo tubes with an object, or slamming the bamboo tubes down on an object, usually a rock but sometimes a sandal or whatever else was at hand. It produced an oddly compelling percussive tune that Rob enjoyed. There was a pleasant fluteiness to the music’s breathy tenor, like a panpipe with a rhythmic drum-like sound or perhaps more like another percussive idiophone, a mbira or a Jew’s harp.
From The Solomon Islander
The Solomon Islander
Rob is in the Solomon Islands, where he meets a well-muscled stud, Hadisi Mae. Before Rob knows it, he’s on