First some basics - it was an opportunity to go listen to Pandit Hridaynath Mangeshkar in the Bay Area - live. I mean for a guy who has some amazing music composition and singing to his credit, still doing the latter at the ripe age of 80 it was something - when I say live. He and the voice of a younger Marathi speaking generation in the form of Dr.Salil Kulkarni are touring the affluent suburbs of America the past few weeks. This was their penultimate stop before Los Angeles and final leg home to India. Being a largely Maharashtrian gathering it was a relatively quiet affair in terms of the crowd who was their for the music and some social mingling without too much fanfare and commotion commonly associated with our brethren from North India (which was the case during a Pankaj Udhas concert few years back). However the execution for the Punk affair was more formal than how the Marathi manoos (guy from western Indian state) does it. Pankaj sang in a formal ...
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