One of those albums – Call Of The Valley where you listen to it, or become aware of it, because of the people that it inspired; because of who was listening to it. In this case, most obviously/logically: George Harrison. Also Roger McGuinn, Dylan, Paul McCartney and David Crosby.
Obviously George Harrison’s sitar work – and his friendship with Ravi Shankar – was an introduction for many westerners to the worlds of Indian classical music. This album is a crucial piece of Hindustani classical music. And one I’d never have got to without the 1001 Albums book.
It’s lovely. It’s tranquil and meditative and all of the things I look for in music like this. And of all of the albums from the 1960s that I’ve worked through so far as part of this challenge this is easily the most timeless, the least dated, the most vital-sounding.
It could have been switched for an album of similar sound and style by a bunch of other names. The thing here that sells it – to the western audience, I guess – is really the names of the people that listened to it, of note, of influence. Rather than the names of the players on the spine of the album. All amazing players of course.