Then I went back up to Maine and there was another Peruvian pan-pipe band playing for change in the Old Port. I found this a little bit odd at the time, because I had never to my knowledge seen a Peruvian person until I saw one playing pan pipes. It's not like there are Peruvian neighborhoods and Peruvian restaurants all over the place in America. Yet all of a sudden there were Peruvian pan-pipe players everywhere.
I went to Portsmouth, NH for the weekend, and the Peruvians were there. I went to New York for a week, and they were there. The sudden proliferation of Peruvian pan-pipe players struck me as so peculiar that it almost seemed a little sinister, like there must be a vast conspiracy of some kind behind it. And I must not have been the only one who thought so, because South Park ended up doing an episode on that very theme.
Anyway, if you want to buy some Peruvian pan-pipe music for yourself, you can either go out to the street corner and buy a CD from the nearest Peruvian (trust me, they'll be there) or you can go to the New Age section of your local record store. What's so New Age about an ancient form of Andean traditional music? Don't ask me. Maybe it's got something to do with the Maya prophecies.