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Midwest Record, CD Review >>
VANDANA VISHWAS/Meera The Lover: Stay with me, this will be lopsided but fun. There was a hippie schemata queen on Atlantic 35 years ago calling herself Mirabai. Her one record made so much impact that Wounded Bird hasn’t even seen fit to reissue it. Meanwhile, there was a real Meera Bai. She was mind screwed by her grandmother into marrying Krishna back in the 1600s. She went on to write the equivalent of the monk devotional love poems that Loreena McKennitt rode to glory a while back. Vishwas looks like hot, young Valerie Bertinelli. Just saying. She wanted to be a Bollywood movie singer like Anita Ellis or Marni Nixon but had to stay in the background because some nurse screwed her up as soon as she hit this planet. Somehow Vishwas and Bai became linked. McKennitt went from west to east to make some hypnotic, exotic music that gringos could easily digest, particularly if they had suburban Goth leanings. Vishwas is an Indian in Canada that keeps it east. McKennitt is from Canada. Vishwas doesn’t make it for gringos since she keeps things in her native tongue but the music isn’t anything that would scare you off if you have any conversance with classic Paul Horn or Paul Winter. The only thing wrong with this record is the announcer that has to make this a documentary between tracks. Otherwise, gringos, this would be a great album to play when you are taking that spacey art chick down to love town letting you get away with having a chick in the background instead of Barry White, and you wouldn’t get an argument. A lovely, hypnotically album that takes you to places you’ve only heard in dreams, for the most part. 09/14/09 >> go there
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