I’ve lived here all my life, but never had I seen so much color in Singapore – bright orange columns against the dirty cream of signs reading “Internet Café, 24 hours” with blinking neon arrows. As I walked towards the ethnic neighbourhood of Little India, the gravel beneath my sneakers slowly fell away to a tessellation of orange diamonds, and the public housing shrank to traditional shophouses, standing in full glory from red windows, to turquoise walls, and striped patio blinds.

It’s always exciting to learn about different music, around the world. And some of the instruments are so different than what we’re used to seeing – and hearing. The global diversity and beauty of music is stunning – from the ranges of tones and depths of sounds to the shining woods and other materials used.