Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Heart Of Rock: WolFmother

If inspiration and experimentation leads to the development of unique, variant styles of presentation, I can tell you that direct representation of the original surmounts to a sound that reflects the same fresh taste. If you take Black Sabbath’s Paranoid, Led Zeppelin’s Led Zeppelin, shred up some Deep Purple’ Stormbringer and add a dash of Thin Lizzy’s Bad Reputation, you’d end up with the raw sound of Wolfmother. Let’s just say we put together Tony Iommi, Ozzy Osborne, Jon Lord, Phil Lynott and Bonzo Bonham. What would’ve entailed? A good possibility is the sound that I have blasting in my headphones right now. The triad from Australia are out there to prove that old school’s still the way to go and rock you heart out. With dark riffs and tourniquet like tight compositions the sound encases your aural senses and leaves you in a state of bleak remorse. The same effect that Black Sabbath has, even today after years and years of making die hard, angry fans out of simpletons. So give this group a try, and I know you’ll not regret it!


Wolfmother - Wolfmother

Monday, August 21, 2006

Ustaad Salamat Raho!

Ustad Bismillah Khan was perhaps single handedly responsible for making the shehnai a famous classical instrument. He brought the shehnai to the center stage of Indian music with his concert in the Calcutta All India Music Conference in 1937. It was Khan Sahib who poured his heart out into Raga Kafi from the Red Fort on the eve of India’s first Republic Day ceremony, on January 26, 1950.

Ustad Khan was credited with having almost monopoly over the instrument as him and Shehnai are almost synomyms. His recital had almost become a cultural part of the Independence Day Celebrations telecast on Doordarshan every year on August 15th. After the Prime Minister's speech from Lal Qila (Red Fort) in Old Delhi, Doordarshan would broadcast live performance by the Shehnai maestro. And this tradition had been going on since the days of Pandit Nehru.

He has played in Afghanistan, Europe, Iran, Iraq, Canada, West Africa, USA, USSR, Japan, Hong Kong and almost every capital city across the world. Despite his fame, Khan's lifestyle retained its old world Benares charm. His chief mode of transport was the cycle rickshaw. A man of tenderness, he believed in remaining private, and that musicians are supposed to be heard and not seen. He was a pious Shia Muslim and also, like many Indian musicians regardless of creed, a devotee of Mother Saraswati.

Ustad Khan will remain remembered as one of the finest musicians in post-independent Indian Classical music and one of the best examples of hindu-muslim unity in India.His concept of music was very beautiful and his vision, superb. He once said, "Even if the world ends, the music will still survive" and he often said, "Music has no caste".

(wikipedia.com)

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Vande Mataram!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

And Today.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Stuck In My Head. Today.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Fact Or Reality? You choose!

It was indeed a fruitful day. The discovery of how the typical neanderthal male brain functions to a man is indeed a rewarding and grotesque sight. This is how one event can grab you by the cojones and give you a taste of your machismo hitting the windshield like an unsuspecting moth at 120 miles per hour. How did it happen? I'll tell you.

Three o'clock; Friday afternoon. I was waiting by elevator lobby overlooking the street waiting for the lift to take me upstairs to the penthouse office. To my left my colleague S, came running up the steps grabbing two neat razor packs (Schick Quattro, if you will) while dashing for the second floor office door. He saw me standing by the elevator door and proceeded to educate me on how they were giving out free razors (Yes! These are the ones that cost twenty seven dollars on a typical grocery day) at the street corner for a limited capsule of time. He was able to produce two separate ones from two of the girls giving out these at two separate corners. Brilliant!

At this very moment, the elevator bell went ding and the door opened. What do I see? An absolutely beautiful blonde in a black pant suit clutching a roll of drawings! She smiled; a good sign I purred to myself. I guess she was going upstairs to the penthouse office where I was destined to break into a song and make my move with my charming desi accent. This was meant to be my lucky day! Contemplation and speculation the double edged sword made sharp contact with the soft contents of my cranium. Free Razors or a ten second conversation with an absolutely stunning woman? A few seconds seemed like forever as I nervously looked from side to side, speculating hard. Free Razors or a ten second conversation with an absolutely stunning woman? Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

S's grin while he clutched dearly to his razors gave way to self-realization. Free Razors! I smiled at the beautiful architect, tipped my no-existent hat and dashed to my left to engage the stairs in my downward descent from the floor and my self esteem. What a jerk! While I huffed my way to the street, I saw the free razor campaign girls pull out the last razor out of a visibly empty bag and hand it over to a seventy six year old woman. Life turned into a slow-mo bullet timed moment as I tried to make it to the corner so that I could grab the last one for the benefit of mankind! Alas! It was gone… The old woman grinned at me; a smile of jubilance. Rheumatism's victory over 35% BMI! She gripped her fortune of war and walked away. It was probably for her cat Frisky who had decided to sport a goatee after turning into a heavy metal fan. Friggin' luck!

Now you may call me stupid. I think I'd have to agree. I traded a lovely chance to make polite conversation with a very beautiful, visibly intelligent woman for a rat race with Frisky on her diet meal plan. I guess me being an idiot is justified. Sigh!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Parle-G: G for Gangsta; Foo!

What I discovered today made me tremble in my very pants! I slapped my forehead and proceeded to do a 180 degree spin while gripping my left shin with my left arm! The purpose of which to me is as bizzare as it is to you. Do you dare to ask me why? I hope you live to embrace the horror of it all; that is if you don't get shot in a drive by, orchestrated some real B's (Biharis, our own desi answer to the original G). If a G can drop you like a pack of 6's for a feel of rock, a B can drop you like a dead fly for a mouthful of dairy product, I kid you not! I'll tell you why, you inquisitive idiot!

Growing up in Mumbai the familiar Parle G biscuits sign is something everyone knows. But little did I know that the base of all East Coast / West Coast hip-hop wars was forged at the edge of a little alley in Vile Parle (East) behind Doodh Sagar dairy! Even Tupac Shakur or Suge Knight didn't predict this coming! Although, they did partake in the whole west coast / east coast gangster rap wars, its very birth is at very best, speculated but not proven. If you study the ad campaign image rather carefully, the little girl is throwing a gang symbol! WESTSIDE 4 LIFE! Her right hand symbolizes the number four and the alphabet 'L'. Her left hand if you observe closely represents the alphabet 'W' for West coast.

Is this a mere coincidence or harsh reality? For all of you, who thought of this campaign was innocent and sweet, think again! Dark days are upon us as the rapper wars approach our very doorstep. Don't be amazed when the newspaper screams bloody gore as to how Baba Sehgal's posse glock'd Shiamak Davar's troupe over Manikchand Gutka's jingle turf wars! Beware!!!

"I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna milk with me
Got Maharashtra Police bustin at me...
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Karnataka Police bustin at me
But they can't do nothing to a B…"