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I remember the first time I heard the sound of the tabla. I was sixteen years old and Zakir Hussain was doing a tour with Ravi Shankar and Anoushka Shankar in the mid-to-late 1990s. It was the first time I ever attended a classical Indian music concert and the sound waves washed over me and had me completely mesmerized. At the end of the concert, they were handing out black and white photos of Ravi Shankar and George Harrison of which I then hung up in my locker until the end of my high school career.