We have family friends from India staying with us. Naturally, our evenings are becoming filled with music - either played on CDs or the internet, or live. We have a harmonium and an electric tanpura, but accompanying instruments aren't always needed. I've grown up with such musical evenings, but have only recently been experiencing them in a new light. These evenings unknowingly become a deeply valued site for the construction of a particular type of cultural identity and community solidarity - a community of Bengali immigrants, a community of Tagore lovers, and a community of romantics.