It is more than a month since my last post. It is more than seasonal torpidity that has kept me back. But it is largely. I’m fully conscious that I write this for myself – if anyone happens across it and reads it all the better. If you are that person I hope you enjoy it.
This instalment comes from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I was supposed to be in Sarajevo this week last year, but I cancelled the trip when I saw the weather forecast. Looking at the street cam for Sarajevo, there is no snow there today.
Amira Medunjanin is the finest exponent of sevdah, the melancholy and emotional folk music of Bosnia, and is remarkable not just for her clear, pained voice, but for the way she balances respect for ancient styles with experiment.