Popol Vuh
Yoga

I recently joined a karate school, and my dojo is undoubtedly one of the best. On meditation days, which means goofing off days when there are few of us, our master conducts autogenic training (better if I avoid technical terms, otherwise I'll confuse you).

While we're in tantric position, he plays this hallucinatory music.
Now it’s really crazy! What’s wrong with him? I think to myself!

Music that I've learned to appreciate during our meditation sessions, even though I'm a die-hard metalhead, into stuff like Iron Maiden, Pantera, and such.

The group is called Popol Vuh, and just from the name, I was intrigued. I started getting interested in Indian and Oriental music, precisely because it's close to my sport.

Before every karate match at home, I always listen to this music, or before going out on Saturday evenings, and I'm realizing that my life is different now.

Initially, the album sent everyone in the gym into paranoia. In fact, when we were sitting in the gym in horizontal rows, "ognnitand vulaquacchè garzal all’imbrovvis e s’ sndev u rimbomb n’ balestr" (I said it in dialect for a laugh).

From my research on Wikipedia, I understand how the Popol Vuh, Book of the Community"; Popol Wuj in the modern Quiché transcription, are a collection of myths and legends from the various ethnic groups that inhabited the Quiché land, one of the Maya kingdoms in Guatemala.

So the Popol Vuh community recorded YOGA in 1976, and there isn’t much more to say about the album given that the music flows for 40 minutes, solid and tireless stuff.

From thorough online research, people in the 70s could listen to this type of music, stuff for the flower children, and undoubtedly the Hippie community was a haven for these people coming from all over the world to be part of the Popol Vuh community (mò it’s San Batrignan! A place where they lived in peace, and LSD set people on fire like sparks on gasoline.

From what I gathered from my uncles who were in Milan during those years, people were stoned 24/7.

What shocked me was that even two of my friends, one an esthetician and the other a belly dance instructor, asked me about this CD—one for the beauty center and the other for dancing.

This type of music is for everyone, for Hippies, trainers, beauty centers, YOGA, and whoever else you can think of.

I would like to start delving deeper with Current 93 and start listening to something new while remaining a faithful defender of metal. But I have realized that this music allows me to travel.

In fact, with my friends, after training sessions, we take turns going to one of our houses to get high.