Long before playlists, karaoke nights, or Guanacaste’s marimba rhythms drifted across the dry-season air, there was a historic — and unintentionally comic — musical encounter in New England.
It was March of 1621. The Pilgrims were exhausted survivors. The Wampanoag, led by Chief Massasoit, were cautious neighbors watching new arrivals who had landed in the middle of their ancestral...
