Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Music and Travel Vlog Ep.8 – Into the Indian Home


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Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Day 8 – Into the Indian Home

Day 8

Into the Indian Home
Serendipity is all around us
Serendipity is all around us, if you are just open to the possibility. Today was another point in the column for this universal truth. We started out this Sunday early, leaving the house at 730 for a 9am park jam with an incredible Sikh percussionist I found on Instagram. He is always playing with a smile and energy, and I was really looking forward to meeting him and collaborating. Sikhism is a religion that originated out of the Indian subcontinent around the 14th center,  starting out as a sort of warrior class to protect the royal court. You can recognize them, the men at least, by their uniquely wrapped turban and well-manicured facial hair. On the way to the park, I received a message from Yanesh, the percussionist, that he got called into work last minute for a bit, and would be a little late. He was supposed to meet us a petro pump in a somewhat odd neighborhood of West Delhi. So, after getting out of the rickshaw at the station, we explored around a little bit to bide some time.
The meeting place
The meeting place
The sun was starting to heat up, and to get a little shade, we spotted a nice little park in the back of an alley that was lush, green, and quiet. As we sat down to rest, we noticed a family looking at us from an upstairs window of a nearby apartment. They were mostly women, full of colorful garb and smiles. Paul went over for a photo, and in the midst of this exchange, they invited us up for coffee and snacks. Of course we said yes, these are the kind of exchanges that are the hidden gems of the Banjo Earth project.
Catching a rest on the park bench
What we found upstairs was a full, extended, wonderful, and loving family. They all spoke fairly good english and were extremely welcoming and warm. There was the grandfather and grandmother, the father and mother, the son and daughter, and their female housekeeper/cook. We enjoyed a chat, some stories, and even got out the instruments for a little jam. I showed them the banjo, the grandfather got out his harmonica, the dad played some bongo drums, and the wife sang, clapped, and danced. It was an amazing impromptu Indian bluegrass fusion celebration. Aaah the power of music!
What a fun time with the family!
We had so much fun that they invited us to stay for a home cooked lunch. We still had a meeting with the percussionist, so we told them we could come back in a couple of hours. They agreed and we set off back to the petro station. While waiting in the sun at the station, I received another message from Yanesh that his grandmother had been rushed to the hospital and he was there with her and would be another hour or so late. We waited and waited, but he never showed up, so we headed back over to our friends house for lunch. I later got a message from him with sincere apologies, but hey, Grandmothers come first, so no worries I told him. Besides, this is the serendipity I spoke of. We got back over the house and enjoyed an amazing lunch and visit with our new companions. It was such an honor for us to be invited into the home and enjoy the amazing food and friendship. Without the misfortune of our first meeting, the latter would have never happened. And this destiny of events made for a lasting fond memory of an incredible experience.
Music brings us all together!
By the time we left, the day had moved on pretty quickly, and we just had time to stop for a few shots that Paul really wanted for the documentary. We found some monkeys, and a king cobra being serenaded by a magical flute player. This scene was so stereotypical Indian, yet fascinating nonetheless. The cobra is such a menacing animal when it pops it’s head up in a strike position. I’m pretty sure they take out the fangs for street performance, but that really doesn’t alleviate the deep seated human fear and respect for such a dangerous animal. With our necessary shots in the bag, we headed back to our abode, spending the rest of the evening conversing and sharing stories with a couple of Scottish travelers that were passing through. Another day in the book of adventures, another day of twists and turns, another day of serendipity, another day of the celebration and story of humanity.
The celebration and story of humanity

Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Music and Travel Vlog Ep.7 – Making Movie Making Moves


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Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Day 7 – Making Movie Making Moves

Day 7

Making Movie Making Moves
This was the first full day of having my videographer for the project, Mr. Paul Byun, on the scene. We made the most of a full day. Just to get him acclimated to the feel of New Delhi, we set out on foot to explore the neighborhood. Winding back through the alleys and byways of Vasant Kunj, our home base for the trip, it felt great to get the share the sights, smells, and realities with one of my friends. I love traveling alone. I also love traveling with a companion. Sharing the experience provides a rich and deep layer with which to build a better understanding.
You can never forget that first taste of India
The first order of business in Delhi is learning how to walk around without getting run over by a rickshaw, car, or motorcycle. It requires constant heightened awareness and clarity, making good decisions on when and where to cross streets. The first few close calls can be harrowing, but once you get used to it, a graze by a bike or truck doesn’t even register on the radar. This phenomenon shows the amazing adaptability of the human sensibility.
There’s so much going on in the streets of Delhi
After our neighborhood jaunt, we stop by the mall for some incredible chicken tandoori and some necessity shopping. Rice, noodles, soap, toilet paper, beer, cereal, yogurt, you know…the essentials. Walking around in the heat and dust, carrying handfuls of market items wears us out a bit, and an afternoon nap is in order. We’ve got a meeting later in downtown Delhi with a band who will be collaborating on the album, called Shorthand, and we need energy for our adventures.
This chicken tandoori was so on point!
Our meeting with the band is set for Connaught Place, and old english style circle right in the center of Delhi. This place has a “Central Park” in the very middle, and two circular roads going around the perimeter. It is very touristy, very happening, and very beautiful. After a wild rickshaw ride, we arrive about 1 hour early and break out the banjo in public for the first time. The park is filled with people hanging out together, enjoying the Delhi evening.
There are several music get togethers happening around us. As we finish up with our session, we walk over to the steps where there is a group of young people playing guitar, singing, and beatboxing. This is a great example of how, no matter where you are in the world, music is such a foundation of life and existence. Singing, Dancing, communicating together crosses all bounds and cultures. It is one of the foundational things people care about across the world. There is a great female vocalist and two beatboxers who really catch my attention, so I get their Instagram info for some future Banjo Earth collaborations.
Meeting new friends in the park
Going straight from there, we meet up with 2 of the band members from Shorthand. Their vocalist is out of the country, and their drummer sprained his ankle playing futbol the day before. So these two fellas were the band representatives for the evening. The conversation with them was so much fun. They were very cool, young, hip, thoughtful people. Just about to finish up their university studies, they are really excited about going full time with their band for a year or two to see what they can do. Pursuing the dream. Obviously I gave them lots of encouragement and advice from a seasoned dream follower. We talked about music, politics, culture, the ins and outs of Indian life, and the possibilities for the future. I love sharing my optimism and positivity for life and work with young people I come across. For many of them, that is the one key ingredient that seems to be missing. It gives me great pleasure to impart the science of mindset to young talented people. Really, when you think about it, what’s the alternative?
Meeting with two members from the band Shortand
After this amazing meeting, we stop by a nearby bar for one last cool beverage before going home. It’s been a long day full of hard work and adventure, and a Kingfisher, the people’s beer of India, hits the spot and puts a nice finish on an awesome day. We catch a rickshaw ride out on the street, negotiate a decent fare, and zip through the Delhi night, feeling the cool wind on our faces. It’s times like these that feel like the universe is in perfect order, the world, imperfect as it is, is getting better, and my place in it vibrates with harmony. Namaste.

Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Music and Travel Vlog Ep.6 – Searching the Human Library


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Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Day 6 – Searching the Human Library

Day 6

Searching The Human Library
Improvisation is one of the finest skills any human can learn. It doesn’t matter whether it’s music, language, socializing, survival, problem solving, cooking. Any and all of these require a hefty dose of improvisation. Seeing what’s not working, thinking of new ways to make it work, and adapting your approach and methods. Things rarely go as planned, and the best way to salvage a great outcome from shoddy circumstances is being adept at improvising.
This is what I have basically been trying to accomplish all day as far as gaining access to the internet. Honestly, I find going days without being connected to the webs rather refreshing. I am reading more, seeing more, thinking more, scrolling less. In many ways it is an advancement in consciousness. The only problem is that my work is becoming near impossible. It’s hard to realize how much we connect and communicate with one another until it’s gone. Much like we take our fingers and toes for granted until one of them is missing. I found that out the hard way recently when I chopped off the end of one of my most used banjo fingers. Hey, I was using that!
Can I have my finger back now?
In any case, much of my day today was spent traveling around on foot in search of a solution to my connectivity problem. The international plan I have through my American carrier is pretty much limited to text and email. The problem then, lies in the fact that all the work I did previous to landing in India was connecting with musicians and artists through Instagram. This is an amazing platform that has allowed me to reach some wonderful people right here in New Delhi before I ever even arrived. However, when the two times I opened the app, I was hit with a $25 charge each time for going over my allotted data. This made the app pretty much unusable. Thus, my meetings and communications with Delhi musicians quickly became obsolete. I had to improvise.
Time to improvise
I found a cafe, bought a latte, and gained access to the internet for one hour. This allowed me to gather my contacts, communicate with them, and send them over to my email, which was working. Right as the hour ran out, I received a message from “The Human Library” saying that we will meet today. But before we could set a time, my internet was gone. Thus. I headed down the road for a couple of miles and found another cafe, this one called “Cafe Connect”, which sounded like just what I needed. Here I ordered a strawberry lasse, which was delicious, and finalized the plans that we had been trying to make. We would meet at the “mall”, just outside of Pizza Hut at 6pm. Improvisation at work.
Strawberry Lasse at Cafe Connect
On the way to the mall, a very crazy storm began to stir. I quickly noticed that storms in Delhi are a bit different. They carry with it the severity of dust and trash flying through the air at remarkable speeds. It’s almost as if everything in the city that had been swept under the rug was immediately airborne. It was quite the spectacle, but also a formidable obstacle to moving through space. In need of an improvised plan, I threw on my sunglasses, which made the dark darker, and pulled up my shirt as a scarf. As I reached the mall, I was covered in dust and who knows what else. It felt like what I could only imagine as a bad trip at Burning Man.
Coming in From the Storm
In 20 minutes it would all be worth it, as Alok, aka “The Human Library” came into meet me. He is a poet and photographer who I found on Instagram and we instantly hit it off. He called his Mom to cook us up a homemade dinner and invited me over to his family’s house. There I chatted in candlelight with the sweetest family you could imagine. We sat down on the floor, crosslegged, and ate some amazing chicken curry fashioned by his mother’s hand. She sang a traditional Indian song for us, we talked about life and love, and all was joyful.
Alok, aka The Human Library
Sometimes obstacles aren’t impediments in your way, but rather opportunities to enhance your skills of improvisation.

Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Music and Travel Vlog Ep.5 – A Ballet of Chaos

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Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Day 5 – A Ballet of Chaos

Day 5

A Ballet of Chaos
Do you ever have one of those days, one of those experiences, that afterward, you know you will never be the same again? It’s like crossing a threshold, gathering some life-altering information, seeing something that you can never erase from your mind. For me, that was today. The parts of New Delhi that I saw and experienced today will forever change the way I see and think about the world. I already know that words will be insufficient to describe what I saw and felt, but I will try nonetheless.
Hitting’ the Streets
The day began with a venture out to find some food. I’ve been putting it off by snacking on the oatmeal that was available in the apartment. But three bowls later that had finally run it’s course, and it was time to become assimilated. I’m normally a pretty adventurous eater when traveling abroad. The Chinese and Thai street foods stands I’ve frequented have been nothing but delicious. It’s just that prior to my visit here to India, everyone has done their level best to relate all the horror stories they could muster. Tapeworm, Delhi Belly, toilet water soups, even the security guard checking my boarding pass in Atlanta gave me some dire warnings. Regardless, I have to eat, and my Banjo Earth budget doesn’t allot 5 star restaurants for every meal. So, here we go.
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My first plate of Indian street food

My first taste was a street stand just outside of a half empty mall. Inside was a KFC, but they weren’t open yet. So I just decided to jump in. I saw they were serving Naan bread with some other goodies, so I said I’ll have one of whatever that is. He fixed me up a plate, brushed off a swarm of flies, and I sat down for some vittles. The food was actually very good. A small helping of beans, naan bread, raw onions with a pepper, and some brown sauce for dipping. It was very spicy and very tasty. The main issue was keeping the flies off of me and my food. From what I’ve noticed, that is something you just get used to, and eventually stop swatting. But I’m a long way from that point.

 A few guys sat around, amused at the sight of me at their street stall, and were laughing and being friendly. There are no napkins, and everyone pretty much eats with their right hand (the left is reserved for other matters of the body). So there’s this interesting mix of finger licking, clothes wiping, and shaking hands. I guess we’re all just in this together!
We’re all in this together
Happy to have some food in my belly, I finished up and went on my way to further explorations. I flagged a rickshaw, which here is a motorized open air cart/taxi, and told the driver I wanted to go to the Chattarpur subway station. After driving around a bit, and seeing some confusion on his face, we ended up at a Subway sandwich shop. I soon realized my folly. Here, it is universally known as the metro. I will not make that mistake again. Around the corner was an amazing temple complex, so I had him just drop me off there instead. inside I found some exquisite temples and statues.  I wondered into one of the main domes, which was a tribute to Kali, one of the Hindu gods. Inside I was welcomed with an anointment of a red dot on my third eye, along with a string bracelet that is for “very good luck” by the residing priest. It felt as though I was baptized in the Temple of Kali. She is the goddess, toting a multitude of severed heads, who rampages through the creation mercilessly destroying evil. I guess that works out well.
Checking out Hunaman, the Monkey God, at the temple
After basking in the glow of my newly befriended deity, I head for the metro and find my way to Chandni Chowk, or Old Delhi. This is where things get really interesting. After navigating my way through some bazaars and tight alley markets, I find myself in one of the most beautifully chaotic scenes I’ve ever experienced. Motorcycles zooming through waves of people, horse drawn carriages carrying loads of goods, a cacophony of horns, street vendors selling everything from spices to peacock feathers, Hindi music blaring, mazes of electrical wires streaming overhead, and me. An hour walking through these streets felt like a lifetime and an instant. It was the most psychedelic experience of my life so far, and I’ve had a few. Mind melting, inspirational, confusing, discouraging, hopeful. I was transported through time into the distant past and the brave new future. This few blocks of city activity will forever change my view of life, humanity, myself. It was all I could do to wiggle out of this maze and make may way home.
Ballet of Chaos
For awhile after, and still now, I find myself in somewhat of a daze. Speechless, numb, like the morning after the wildest night of your life. The only thing to do upon returning home was to find the nearest bed and pass out. I needed to put my mind back together. I felt like Humpty Dumpty after his fall. I was warned that India might do this to me. I had no idea it would happen so fast and in such a beautifully chaotic fashion. I can hardly wait to go again.
Old Delhi will change you

Andy Eversole – Banjo Earth: India – Day 4 – Welcome to the East

Day 4

Welcome to the East
New Delhi
The few minutes I got to spend sitting in Abu Dhabi airport people watching was amazing! The diversity of people in that airport was something I have yet to experience. People with tattoos all over their faces, muslims in full regalia, Indian clerics making their way back home, and wild-eyed travelers like myself, all together in one glitzy shopping mall. I sat down for a moment to catch my breath and wait for my gate to come up on the board, enjoying watching the humanity zoom past me. I met a couple of Indian nationals from Pennsylvania while waiting to board the flight. The first showed me how much I got ripped off my exchanging money at the airport (I got an exchange rate of 55 rupees to 1 dollar, as opposed to the google informed 65 rupees to 1 dollar). But I knew there was business in the middle there, and only exchanged $100, so not much was lost. His cousin, the more quiet one, I soon found out, was on his way to Punjab to attend his Father’s funeral. His Father had died in a car crash, and I could sense the pain in him. He had just been there two weeks ago to visit, and was on the long journey back home for the services. I really felt for him. Unexpected deaths like car crashes are so hard to come to terms with. But at least he had got see his Father alive and well two weeks ago. A small condolence in this crazy and fragile life.
Upon arriving at the Delhi airport, I went through customs, which was very easy and quick due to my electronic visa that India uses. As I walked out, there stood a man with a traditional Indian head wrap, a well manicured mustache, and a placard with my name on it. This was not due to the international popularity of Banjo Earth, but rather to the hospitality of my Indian friends who had arranged it. Alas, maybe one day. It still felt pretty cool regardless.
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Banjo Earth..Your car is waiting
We got to the car, and were off. Navigating the horns, bikes, motorcycles, and cars of the Delhi streets. Traffic lanes here are much more of a suggestion rather than a law. The weaving and bobbing is definitely not for the faint of heart. I was struck by the tropical nature of the air in India. From where I had just come, I was obviously in a different world.
Home base for the next month
We got to the apartment gate around 330 am, at which time I rang the bell and the landlord came out to let me in. Apparently, he is accustomed to the comings and goings at all time of day. The apartment, generously opened to us by some friends of a friend, was spacious and beautiful. It was quite hot, however, so I really got the fans going, cranked up the wall ac, took a shower, and looked at the toilet. There was a water hose with a spray head on the side of it, and no toilet paper to be found. I quickly realized that I was not very well prepared for this moment. The first attempt at this new custom went rather disastrously, and from that point forward my strategy has been to coordinate my bathroom and shower activities. Haha! In any case, I accomplished what was necessary and settled in for some rest at what must have been around 8 am.
After a little rest, I woke up excited to explore. Without much to go on as far as maps and destinations, I just started walking outside of the neighborhood to see what I could find. It didn’t take long to realize I have never been to a place quite like this. The hutongs of Beijing and the back alleys of Bangkok were tame compared the dusty streets of New Delhi. I tried to take few turns and remember them, but my curiosity got the best of me and I was soon enough lost. But, when traveling to new and amazing places like this, getting lost is often times the best part.
Reaping the rewards of getting lost
The three to four hours I spent wandering around was probably the limit for my mind to take in one afternoon. The environment, the people, the smells, the heat, the cows, the dogs, the motorbikes, the horns. It was a lot. My mind was officially blown, my mouth was full of dust, I was thirsty, and I was exhilarated. This is why I travel. Earth is such an astounding place. It has so much diversity of culture and experiences. Watching how people go about life, the best they can, in the way that they know, is enlightening. You just can’t get a grasp of this reality taking a stroll down your neighborhood street in a quiet suburb of America. The world is turning. Fast. And I want to go on this ride with all of you. Hang on!
Welcome to the East