Road to Loikow / by Cyrus Moussavi

We were riding through Burma, from Hpa-an to Loikow, in search of music. After weeks on the road our ears were attuned to music, picking out roadside sounds over the clatter of our broken engines. I stopped on the side of a hill. I was struck by overwhelming noise. It was a slow-moving orchestra, grazing amidst the shrubs and tall grass. Beasts and their bells put on the most hypnotic avant-garde musical performance the Raw Music crew has had the joy of hearing. A melody buried in a wave of sound. Now we're sharing it with you.