music by igor

I was wandering in a trance when i heard strains of jazz sax from one of the open streets in Goa. It was a friendly face with a hundred wrinkles and a smile that beckoned. As I gingerly stepped in, he asked, "What would you like to sing?" Just like that. So as I sang Killing me Softly, all the lyrics seemed to make as much sense as meeting an old soul would. But I hadn't met him before. I can still see his hat, tilted to one side, his fingers moving along the keyboard and his old friend on the sax. Some more jamming later, it was time to move along. I felt like I was saying goodbye to a really old friend that I'd met after ages. "If you come back, look for a sign that says 'Music by Igor'".