"One must wade through peels and cans before getting a truly free lunch."...Junk,filth and more junk...
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
An Upside Down Tale
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
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Some conversations are so meta and imaginary
Stroll
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
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Damn time loops and desire.
(That album's finally happening.)
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Happy Budday, Panji :)
You're 2 today. Yay! You're growing up so well :)
=
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
I wish i had 5 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...
Friday, June 10, 2011
So long, Coorji
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"
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
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Vocal+harmony
Acoustic guitar
Bass
Rhodes Piano
Full on missings happening.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Beautiful Morning and the morning rush :)
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
Two tracks of piano (Grand and Rhodes), and one of bass.
Bill Withers 'reworked'.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Religious Pooh
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
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...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sea of Es
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
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Bassically
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Pick Up The Pieces
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
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
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.



