The Telegraph
Sunday , August 10 , 2014

The sound of music

My uncle returned one evening from a concert in St Paul’s Cathedral with a purloined item; he’d recorded the performance on a cassette. The singer’s name was Subinoy Roy. It was just after the mid-1970s, when I was becoming vaguely curious about Indian music. But Tagore songs were, to me, largely an...   | Read..
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