As much as anything else, my travels have always been about finding new music. Not that I’m hunting for it (although on occasion I’ve made field recordings) but more just being out there with my ears open.
I’m always ready for the right factors to materialize, say a Saturday night in Cidreira, Brazil when an 18-wheeler converted into a stage with a full Samba band unexpectedly rolls into the town square. Or a quiet afternoon in El Salvador where your host family’s dad breaks out the rum and the guitara.
In the right moments it almost seems as if the music has come looking for you.