Tuesday, February 16, 2021

An Upside Down Tale

I'm happy. 

The world's quite messed-up right now, but I'm happy. 
If this isn't a testament to my selfishness, then I wouldn't know what else is. 

Success has a lot to do with my happiness, and vice versa. That elusive album finally happened, and happened well. Years of playing with several bands, implicitly gave me good insight into how to approach this production process. 

This is all in retrospect, of course. 

The actual way 'Upside Down' unfolded was a little more chaotic and unpredictable. While there are several people who have aided this piece of work, these lovely folk bubble-up to the top, chronologically.


Anushya

Anushya Badrinath
Technically the first person to hear all my songs, at every stage of development long before ‘Upside Down’ took any significant shape. Trooper that she is, enduring countless cacophonous renditions that iteratively bubbled up into semi-acceptable IG upload worthy versions, Anushya would patiently provide feedback and solid encouragement. Although I may have a few miles on my musical journey, this album would not have been, if not for her. 
Thanks, Love. 

Sylvester 

Sylvester Pradeep
After all the songs structures were ‘done’ (at least in my head), and since most of the songs had a fairly traditional structure with a space for an instrument solo, it only made sense to approach somebody whose playing style I loved and was quite familiar with. So obviously, Sylvester. (for the uninitiated, I play bass for The Sylvester Trio and there is really no need to wax emotional about Sylvester’s guitar skills; that’s already an established fact)

The initial plan was to put in a couple of electric guitar solos, followed by a pinch of programmed drums. Sylvester was the first person who floated the idea that some songs deserved ‘more’ (while also emphatically stating that some should be left as is). His kind and welcoming response to the songs is what made me re-think the home recording route, and actually consider the possibility of roping some professional help for the entire process.
I could already sense this project getting out of hand.


Paul

Paul Daniel
A lucky encounter introduced the Sylvester Trio to Paul's sound engineering talent. We had roughly 3 hours to record a song from scratch at Alive 1 Studio and what resulted was of quality we'd previously only heard in world-class level recordings. 
Needless to say, he topped my personnel list to approach for the engineering of 'Upside Down'. Not only was Paul kind enough to agree to listen to my scratch tracks, but kinder still to offer his services at Alive 1 Studios.  This is where things took a drastically different turn. Safe to say  that the whole 'home-recording' bit was now long forgotten, and the access to a studio like Alive 1 for recording, meant that my songs could have acoustic drums tracked, live. 
Things were changing, and very quickly.


Joel

Joel Rozario
And that brings us to Joel, who needs no introduction.


The Sylvester Trio’s practice sessions happen at a sweet little jam studio created by Joel at his ancestral home (literally that; it’s over a 100 years old!) recently renovated, and treated sound-wise to standards good enough to give most jam-rooms in Bangalore a run for their money. 


Joel had offered this space as an alternative to recording at home, and even more generously, his services on the drums which I had to turn down, quite reluctantly, owing to my initial plan of intending to engineer ‘Upside Down’ myself, and obviously quite diffident about my acoustic drum tracking abilities.

Of course, that plan changed after Paul’s offer.

Considering that we’ve been band-mates for nearly 6 years, It’s no surprise that Joel’s understanding and interpretation of my songs fit so well with what I had in mind; there was very little I had to ‘explain’, and it was as if he knew exactly what had to go with each song.

In this album, Joel has ‘played to the song’, while managing to maintain his characteristic flavour.  
There are very few drummers I know who can do that. 


Osi

Osi Gomango
 With Joel entering the mix, literally (kind of), and with a personally set time  constraint on studio session time, the next important aspect to sort out was the bass. I truly believed that my songs deserved a well thought of and carefully crafted bass part and as tempting as it was to play the bass parts myself, considering the timeline and my skill level, I saw no possibility of that happening in such a short span of time. 

Turn to the Pro, and enter Osi Gomango.

Years of experience, and unfathomable insight into bass playing, is what Osi brought with him. His vast experience with multiple bands over the years contributed immensely to the jam sessions for ‘Upside Down’, while he astutely suggested parts and transitions that aided the growth of these songs into finer and more mature versions of their earlier selves. I couldn’t be more grateful. 

This association with Osi was a learning experience in musicality, professionalism and extreme skill levels. I consider my self blessed. 



What started as a thought, structured around a home studio setup, eventually mutated into this. Parting shot wise, I owe so much to the musical ethos of Bangalore and her vibrant collection of musicians and (swiftly dwindling) performance venues.


'Upside Down' is available for streaming and free download, here.



 

Saturday, August 15, 2020

To Me

When i gaze over this hazy spin

The spiral locks eye with me and says

“Come on in”


Though it might be just a single line,

Undulating in time, so fine

Weave of a legend or tale of a liar

Reaching out for me like the arms of a fire

She takes control of my senses, six — and says

“just wait until you feel what’s in this mix”

And when my eyes roll in to the back of my head

That’s when the madness will reveal itself,


    To me



So i dig my heels into this groove,

The world is spinning by, but i cannot move

It’s a feeling that’s so contrary

Of being moved around while i’m stationary 


Round and round while i take this tour - she says

“there’s a lot to be guessed, and you can never be sure”

But when my eyes roll in to the back of my head

The beast of confusion retracts its claws and speaks


    To me



Stepping on that box I take my shot 

But he laughs and says ‘Is that all you’ve got?’

And I stand there like the fool on the hill

Sans insight and only half the skill 


It slips away and that’s exactly when - she says

“Well you’ve lost now, but you can try again”

So when my eyes roll in to the back of my head

That’s when I see what music means 


    To me


**************************************************

Some conversations are so meta and imaginary


Stroll

Stepping out for a stroll in my mind 
Hoping to steer my thoughts, but only to find
There’s no up, no down, no left no right 
This broken moral compass keeps me up all night
While it’s getting increasingly clear
    
    That there’s only here 

Imprisoned in a spot, for my crime 
I’m sifting these zany thoughts, through the lens of time
These knotted lines are strange, they make no sense 
And presently, the past makes my future tense 
So I’m inclined to believe somehow 

    That there’s only now 

Each moment passing, feels the same 
Like visages through the glass, of a photo-frame
Countless faces i see, but it’s one, no doubt 
That’s filling me with thoughts I'm not so proud about
And even though they might say it’s taboo 

    I know it’s only you

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The simpler the rhyme, the scarier the implication

Friday, August 14, 2020

Silly Geometry

                

      Start with a point, grow it into a line

      Criss-crossing through all of time

      All these lines, curved in time and space

      Arranging you and me in the same place

      But now just feels so anachronic, so

      Frame-drag me into yesterday


        Because as soon as you appear, you start to leave

Why does time have to be, so cruel to me?


          Stuck in this silly geometry        



      Dotted my i’s and i crossed the t’s

      Might even say that i’m at ease

      Ironed it out and now the jig’s complete

      Ready for this extraordinary feat

      But this fabric is so convoluted

      I wouldn’t really have it any other way

        Because as soon as you appear, you start to leave

Why does time have to be, so cruel to me?


          Stuck in this silly geometry  



        You take away a piece of me when you go 

        What kind of sorcery i just don’t know

        And all that there is left to do is wait



      Opened my mind, now i feel so free

      But it’s hard to get a grip on reality


Because as soon as you appear, you start to leave

Why does time have to be so cruel to me?

I roam around this loop so endless

And now i’m just a royal mess

Because i’m stuck 


          Stuck in this silly geometry 


*************************************************************************


Damn time loops and desire.


(That album's finally happening.) 



Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Happy Budday, Panji :)

Dear Panji,

You're 2 today. Yay! You're growing up so well :)
 I'm experimenting with a different style of music; no, still stuck with the major 7ths, but i'm trying to move on.
I call this kind of music 'Namesake'. Go figure :)
Hopefully someday, you'll stumble upon this and you'll have something to say about it. I'll be all ears...always.





"M-I-S-C-H-K-A"
=
C- Ab-F#-D-G-Bb-C

Work in progress.

Love,

Uncle T.

(ps: Soundcloud's down for the moment. I'll upload it as soon as they're back)

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

I wish i had 5 minutes

I wish i had five minutes...
2 minutes to steal glances at you
1 minute to smile at you
1 minute to watch, while you smile back
20 seconds to sit next to you
25 seconds to hold your hand as i caress your hair
10 seconds to take in your scent and
5000 million nano seconds , each stronger in passing,
To flash through my memories...
...of you.
I wish i had five minutes, and you with me, to spend it.
I wish i had five minutes.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Still standing...

GATE helped. I'm now officially a student again. 2 more years of financial penury. eiyiyiyiyo.

Well, the one-song-a-month plan's not going too well. However, it's always good to get back on track.

'Standing'

Piano gibberish + Bass

I need more hours in a day.

Standing by Ga-Joob

Friday, June 10, 2011

So long, Coorji

'Dear Uncle Coorju, i love you.
All those blackmail-worthy snaps of mine,
All those trips to Bannerghatta,
All those trips to the beach,
All those photographs you've clicked,
All those memories etched.
Half my sense of humour i blame on you.
Dear Uncle Coorju, i miss you.'


Lots of love.
- Gora

Saturday, May 07, 2011

May's early...

Canvas by Ga-Joob

"Canvas"

Melodies harmonise
Entwined verses from midnight to sunrise
Sailing ships,
Armies of poets fill up seas with words
About Your amazing smile

Flowing rivers of honey
Rippling the fabric of space-time
Over pastures of happy sunflowers
The Big star forgotten, they follow
Your bright eyes, in the sky

* I'm just an ordinary guy
With celestial cravings
Waiting for stars to align
And when The stars align,
You'll be right by my side

---
Vocal+harmony
Acoustic guitar
Bass
Rhodes Piano


Full on missings happening.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Beautiful Morning and the morning rush :)

Beautiful Morning In A Rush by Ga-Joob

I just found out what her name means. I lau it.

This is April's. Bass playing is getting slightly more refined, i think.

Bass + Bass-wah + Rhodes layered.

Practice, practice, and some more practice.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sun, please

No Sunshine by Ga-Joob

Two tracks of piano (Grand and Rhodes), and one of bass.

Bill Withers 'reworked'.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Religious Pooh

I walked out midway during today's service. Couldn't concentrate on praying. People piss me off. Sneezers, yawners, fidgety-handed-space-intruders.

It's Palm Sunday, and people were fighting over leaves being distributed freely. I got in line and soon out of it, because there ceased to BE a line...moronic motherfuckers stormed all around. Molestation galore.

I finally got a leaf and ended-up giving it to a really sweet old lady.

A woman's smile is dangerous.

After many months, the cute pianist in the choir finally made an appearance. The reason i stayed back for half the service, was just to listen to her play. She understands 'space' and 'flow'. Not many musicians get that. All those beautiful lines she plays, done without even a sustain pedal. I've been tempted to offer her a sustain pedal...but i never got the nerve to walk-up to her and talk, forget 'exchange notes'.

Traditional shy-ist, I.

The last week of lent almost certainly provides me with some sort of heartbreak or the other.

Oh well, theres a saying: 'Good things come to those who wait'.

But, theres also another saying: 'Those who wait, masturbate'.

Apna haath, Jagannath!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

April's late

Maha G. by Ga-Joob


Late by a few days; only laziness.

This is for Sid-the-boar's latest short film.
On:
Lead Vocals - Chandni Venkataraman
Backing Vocals - Sid-the-boar
Guitar - Ken-Dawwg
Bass - Naanu


I dont like it too much...the song. Too much tailor work.


It's very likely i will not do such things again.


Break-ups are bad, grey areas suck... separation is the worst.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Not enough...

...time to play bass
...time to play piano
...of her next to me
...energy to identify a research problem
...of Samurai Jack
...women i blend with
...sense to stop brooding over all of the above.

Cracked GATE. Barely, surprisingly. Cant really use it though.
It will be a yearly event for me. Wash away the sins of B.E.

Blah.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sea of Es

Seas of Ease by Ga-Joob


This month.

Too lazy to fill it in with colour. Botched up GATE, and fell ill for nearly 5 days (both being mutually exclusive).

I like my progress on the Bass. Lots more to pen-down, record and fret over.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Blues and all that

The objective is to record one song, every month. By the end of 2011, i should have enough for an album. Here's January :

Beaney Blues Town by Ga-Joob


The piano in this song annoys me, sort of. The bass seems to come through more naturally.
I've always felt like a guitarist trapped in a pianist's body. But then again, it's more about through which instrument the song was born. In this case, the bass. Framing bass lines to the disorganised, unstructured vague songs that i write on the piano could be challenging to me...have'nt tried that yet. For the moment, it's mainly lots of practice on the bass...occasionally a little tune creeps in...

Tiny riff, fleeting jingle
Would you like to mingle?
Serenade my mind
Till I'm lost inside
This loop to find that 'hit' single.

Sambadikeelim!

I want this to carry on. Maybe even join a band on bass.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Bassically


'Jordy'

New obsession
New gear resolution
New love
New ear
New "knew i've always wanted to"

Ibanez SR 300...the reason why i trudged through december frugally.

Worth it.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Pick Up The Pieces

Pick Up The Pieces by Ga-Joob

Old Man Me, met my younger self
Lying high and asked: "What have you done?"

"Left these pieces scattered
On the ground all around"

Who made you king for a day?
"You'll make my past sway this way"

"When life lies waiting (for you to)
Pick up the pieces"; Go where the peace is,
Reset my future; " If Only life was so easy."


"Now you're at ease, but soon you'll be facing
Raging storms and seas." Nobody cares!
Pick up these pieces, follow me
And I'll show you where.

"Who made you king for a day?"
We'll shape your past any way,
And roll with life, and find that peace, yes
"You'll be torn to pieces"
Thats unbelievable, You're standing right next to me.





Written for 'A Little Less Something', by me.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

So long

No inclination of any sort, to 'pen' things down. However, i have been playing, and recording...more of the former.
Sound Cloud is a lovely site i found through Kman.

Long live Kman and Mo.

The side-bar shows the music in a quite 'in-your-face' way.

Besides, there are things i want to write about; The impending ban on beef in the state; 'vegetarianism' in general; how i screwed up an important interview; how i got stuck in an unplanned meeting (brrr...). All to be written about soonly, i hope.

Interestingly, after all these months of deliberation, on music and life, i have come to an annoying juncture, where one person in particular, rather violently, rattles the cages of the chimps in my brain. Her voice annoys me terribly, and her face pisses me off. I'm not saying who...but somebody gonna get a herrt reel bad....somebody.

Long live Russsssal.

Anyway, hope this works:

Swirl by Ga-Joob

Monday, August 03, 2009

Para-gone

.I write this post as a lament...not regret, but more as an expression of grief, although it's often tough to segregate the two.

The past one year had held a lot of promise, primarily, in the music scene of my life. Having taken a long hiatus from live performances, while in Singapore, i pretty much played alone (except for friday nights). All this musical wanking, i hoped, would eventually lead me to a state where-in, if i were to be part of a band sometime in the near future, i would be 'ready'.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Playing alone for nearly two years, and the events over the last few weeks has made me realise one thing: I am selfish, hence i make music only for my personal pleasure and growth.

Here, growth and pleasure are not mutually exclusive, and strangely, either one begets the other.From this, i know, playing music is not just some hobby that i'll run to after a hard day's work, nor is it something that i'll ever want to do under inebriation. To me, playing music is sacred. This means, i dont care if the music i make is heard by anyone else or not. The only thing that matters is the process of 'creation'...if i may even call it that. After all, any song of absolute music is either a note-re-organised,augmented or reduced version of any other song...and pithily, that's all there is to it. Yet, i find it so sacred and this i can't explain...yet.

There is more to how music and the human mind works. Any 'familiar' tune i listen to, 'brings back' memories of times when i first got familiar with it. This process of bringing back, transcends almost all barriers of time. I remember VERY vividly the colour of the sky and the 'setting sun' one evening, while i was listening to 'The Carpenters' at the age of Four. I remember at the age of Six, the warmth (or the lack thereof) of water during chilly Bangalore school-mornings when my Father religiously played those select few 'foreign' tapes accessible to a typical middle class family by means of relatives in distant lands. I remember at the age of Seven, playing at home with 'action figures', and my Mother returned from the market, carrying a brand-new, wrapped-up G.I. Joe Bike, while Konkani folk songs played-on in the background. I also remember at the age of Ten, observing how my Brother would lay back and read all those books while listening to tapes of Grammy Award artists of the 80s & 90s...tapes he procured by cajoling my folks...tapes that i owe my entire life in music to. I also remember at the age of Eighteen, falling in love head over heels, while The Beatles' "Abbey Road" and Queen's "Greatest Hits" spun like merry-go-rounds in my hormonally influenced mind.

In,through and out of all these memories, it was never the words/lyrics of a song that actually made me relate with the moment. It was always the 'tune'...the absolute music aspect of the song. This is what i cant explain. Further, it hurts that i can't explain something which evokes such emotions from me; Something that can drastically change my mood literally by the flick of a switch. Music has always been there, its presence shameless and very evident,but its purpose? ...always mysterious, clouded and often contradictory to whatever reason i could attribute. Like a puzzle, music has driven me on a search and has subsequently lead to a near rabid hunger for the answer. Though unrecognised at first, of late, it has reached a different level, both, with respect to the recognition and the intensity of the search. From what i recall, and what i figure, the first step i took towards this search, was inadvertently but undoubtedly, hours and hours of fooling around with my keyboard (also read piano). Hours and hours of playing songs...ANY song. I just wanted to play. I liked the sound, i loved how it made me feel. It generated a great sense of accomplishment to play a song that i heard on a 'professionally recorded tape', and to play it perfectly, 'JUST LIKE THAT'...hence the phrase 'tape-perfect'.
But, there is only so much you can do with playing someone else's song. You may bend it, twist it, shake it and even rock it... but it still isn't yours. The obvious next step is to reach a 'state' where you start playing whatever you feel; An accurate description of this act would be :

"Transcription of thought into art".

Towards this state, i have been inching , for the past few years. Mastery over this state will be, according to me the ultimate achievement. For accurate transcription of thought into art, should imply the reverse from anybody's senses and not just the creator's.

The only problem with this, is that step one lingers, and rather stubbornly. We will always get back into a phase of 're-living' those moments through the thought-transcriptions of others. Step one is also a nasty and easy way out to instill a pseudo sense of skill. I stand by this belief.

It is this feeling that drives me towards solving a problem: something i cant see, hold or worse, explain. For music which has meant so much to me, it is the least i can do: solve the problem.

Follow my art to the end of my dreams, and then even more.

I cant even fathom what happens after step two, but i sure will pen it down, if i figure it out someday. But, by the looks of it, not someday soon.

Over the last one year, i wrote music, toiled, gigged and 'made merry' with a band. I believed that as a band, this would lead to a permanent detachment from step one...it nearly did. Unfortunately, this belief did not sustain. A band, no matter how 'skilled', may need to compromise, and go through reaping the myriad plastic fruits of step one in order to move on to step two; but as long as step two is in the cross-hair, the band will be. Even the focus doesnt matter...its just the direction...'for now', so to speak. Sadly no such thing figured in the cross-hairs. Fame is pseudo and subject to current trends in society, whereas true recognition comes only through original contribution...Recognition does not necessarily imply fame, and according to most people, a band can't survive on recognition alone. As defined by most people, fame for a band is not just a thrill, but a necessity.

I don't define a band that way.

Which is why i am in pain.
Mostly self-inflicted.
Refusal to accept.