fErvor oF tHe mEadow

HNY

2007-12-31T17:54:00.000-05:00

A moe.ish happy wishes...

sundries...

2007-10-25T11:44:00.000-04:00

VB/WS is back in action and so am I :).
Was in my hometown for the last two months, a well deserved break! I will update about my trip, staying and laziness around in my next posts.

For the time being, enjoy this *Bengali* songs. The bands in the order are:- (Insomnia, the Watson Brothers, Black, Artcell & Lakkhichhara). Where the first and the last band are from Calcutta, the rest are from Bangladesh. For the sake of records, Insomnia is my current favorite bangle band. Enjoy!

Wishes...

2007-10-23T10:15:00.001-04:00

Stay warm, peace and dry in this festive season...

...How many of us Sing?

2007-06-19T12:39:00.000-04:00

...each totemic ancestor, while traveling through the country, was thought to have scattered a trail of words and musical notes along the line of his footprints, and how these Dreaming-tracks lay over the land as "ways" of communication between the most far-flung tribes. A song was both map and direction finder. Providing you knew the song, you could always find your way across country....

(from the inlay detail of the album cover - Songlines)

Saw the Derek Trucks Band a few weeks back. The shy maestro did not utter a single word during the show, only meticulously picking the notes n sliding through spacetime. Ah...
The band was also in a very tight mood, I was really floored by Mattison's energetic but relaxed vocal efforts..
Wish to catch them again very very soon....

The recent album *Songlines* can be a great substitute to get high. Trucks in pretty restrained in the first half of the album (very few guitar players do this to me - play a few and leave some notes to play in unconscious minds, like Kimock does) but sooner he starts his live staple -"sahib teri bandi" the album and the maestro start revealing themselves song by song. Amazing R&B feel-good-factor, with a midas texture of African rhythm section painted with some fresh Indian laid back bends. Mattison with/without any squabble is the best vocalist in the current jam circuit. Check him out.

This podcasts contain studio versions of the songs uploaded from the album. My favorite track is the last one. For a note, a nice review of the album is here.

Grateful Poll # 1

2007-05-18T17:13:00.000-04:00

For last few weeks am tripping n jamming with my forever friend; the dead. and only with the dead! Humming a lot with various Dick’s Picks (especially 3 and 12), hooked into bt.etree and archive.org repertoire as much as I can or simply reading the songs in silence. Grateful..grateful.

This is a poll (such as market research. hehe), inspired by Ben. you need to be born again Ben.
A you choose request for my all time favorite jams of Scarlet Begonias > Fire on the Mountain. Which Scarlet Fire is you?

Scarlet > Fire
(1977-05-08 – the coveted Cornell show)
or
Scarlet > Fire
(1984-10-30 - Berkeley Community Theater)

The wind in the willows playing Tea for Two
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody is playing in the heart of gold band
Heart of gold band

Long distance runner, what you standing there for?
Get up, get off, get out of the door
You're playing cold music on the bar room floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core
There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down

Fire, fire on the mountain....

Back...

2007-04-30T17:21:00.000-04:00

It has been a long hiatus mostly due to the mysterious absence of my crusader friends (read- my blogger pals). It is kind of a contagious disease (finally, what’s the point of posting if no one reads/listens?). I am unaware where K, or WS or the others is! Are you fighting off the ninjas or aliens? Come back soon.

The following tracks are for my friend/blogger S and the youngster M selected from Nitin Sawhney’s latest album – Philtre.
Enjoy...

Oh Moe.

2007-02-23T13:05:00.000-05:00

Was in a Moe. concert (their winter/spring tour) few weeks back. They are even tighter, sweeter and as good as possible. Chuck Garvey shined all through; Al Schiner was mostly busy with keyboards in the first set, but his magic fingers were mesmerizing in the rest of the show. Vince and Jimmy are never tired with their rhythm section (go Gatorade) and thunder-finger Derhark is proving him as one of the best bassists around!

The show opener was “Head” and the best thing was after almost three hours and twenty minutes (at the end of the second set) they came back to “Head” again! Circle of life you see!

I love Moe. :)

Also, they released a new studio album (the Conch – I guess inspired by the flies), somehow the raw energy of Wormwood is missing..or may be its just me.

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Livin' in space
Is all fine and good
If you're an astronaut
But life is a dream
That calculus could never predict
I lift up my feet
Everytime I cross those railroad tracks
I'm not superstitious
It just reminds me of you...

Feedbak;'06

2007-02-06T21:45:00.001-05:00

I know this is late. But better late than anything else:)
This is sort of my picks from the previous year. It’s always been a rough task to create a list which can blow away me or anyone (and I doubt certainly, if it does).

The Slip - Eisenhower
The Slip seems to be a so-called jam band trio from MA. But this album definitely more than their jammy signatures, it’s an interesting amalgam of smart studio sounds and their jazz roots. Critics said they failed in doing this, I felt it’s a stimulating attempt.

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Donald Fagen – Morph the Cat
I love almost everything about the Dan and their solo efforts or anything. MTC is sleek, smart and as the critics said – the album reveals more complexity with every single spin.

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Bob Dylan – Modern Times
Hmm. You should contact TR for his brilliant review here.

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Disco Biscuits – the Wind @ 4 to Fly
A collection of live tracks. The album is groovy and lots of fun (well, I think that’s the Biscos are famous for) to listen.

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DJ Logic – Zen of Logic
I heard turntablist DJ Logic first time in a show with MMW. This album is his latest, interesting mix of contemporary jazz sound with a hip hop touch.

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The Flaming Lips – at War With the Mystics
Always experimenting TFL, I was wondering if they can make anything suitable to follow the footsteps of Yoshimi. The lyrics are contemporary, songs are war related and the sound is typical of Mr. Coyne. For a nice review go here.

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Snow Patrol – Eyes Open
Never heard this brit indie-rockers before this album. Good songwriting, nice guitar works and sing-along choruses make this album in the list.

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TV on the Radio – Return to Cookie Mountain
It’s punk, its electronic, its guitars over hip-hop beats; well it’s something more.

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Derek Trucks Band – Songlines
Derek Trucks, the slide wizard is back with this album and I felt perhaps this is still date the best effort of the band. This one surely puts Trucks not only as the slide Monk but a spirited serious songwriter. And yes, this album contains a neat version of the live staple Sahib Teri Bandi.

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Dixie Chicks – Taking the Long Way
Finally a tribute to the movie.

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Will post some updates on live recordings of '06 in next post!
update - and this is the dl. link.
Go sendspacing :)

Parents and sliding

2007-01-18T17:29:00.000-05:00

..much more occupied these days as my parents and winter; both are here.
Can’t remember the last time was staying with them and only them (without any of my siblings) and that too in a single bedroom apt.!
:)

I have a trip plan to a place called Stranger than Paradise next week, till I come back, enjoy this sweet short stint with Derek Trucks.

show detail:-
Paradise Rock Club
Boston, MA

1. 2 min Jam>
2. Impressions
3. Ain't that Lovin
4. Naima
5. 555 Lake
6. Tutu
7. Travelin' South
8. Egg 15>Bass & Drums>Egg 15

soundcheck:-

Peace...

2006-12-29T12:46:00.000-05:00

It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream...

2006 was not that bad, rather lots of changes in paradigm and coordinate.
Wish all my blogger friends and their close ones a warmer 2007.

Keep Dry…
And a stellar Stella Blue

Lake Effect...

2006-12-21T22:43:00.000-05:00

Anyone into Medesky Martin & Wood?

If yes, check out their show @10k Lake Festival here. For some added bonanzas there is Trey in the * marked tracks. I am quite unsure about the setlist as many of the MMW fans considered the tracks as just improvisations and jams! Nevertheless enjoy this 200mb+ trips of the avant garde trio :)

Disc 1. crowd> Improv > Improv > Improv > Improv > Improv > "Bass Slide & Drone" #> Drums > Improv * >
Disc 2. What'd I Say? * > Exploration * > Exploration (breakdown) * > Night Marchers *
Encore: New New Orleans

Back...

2006-12-13T21:41:00.000-05:00

I hear them chatting, discussing, murmuring. I overhear their silent lullaby and laughter. Some stories are of spoiled pickles, some bring 7*24 sunshine, some I have wore for decades yet some are yet to perform. It is always dark late nights and a mysterious firework ring my eyes. I put my ears beside the wall almost as a peeping tom. Their immaturity and adulthood are sneaking in my bedroom, using the space below the door...

They are like the wet sands...never let you go far...
they are like three cyclists traveling as past, present & future while you are watching a movie based on you...
they are like the neighborhood kid bouncing a basketball, the sounds fade after hours...
they are like knitting wool balls - unfolding and folding in clockwise-anticlockwise on the floor..

Does Mr. X wish to share the anecdotes?
Deeds and ghosts? Crowded or marching a solitary?

Some random music from my CD rack :)
1) Yatra - An early Fareed Haque; from the album Voices Rising
2) Riders on the Storm - the O'2L version from Doyle's Brunch
3) Elemelo Haowa - by Krosswindz; a very talented bengali band...probably was ahead of their time.
4) Mountain Girl - Remember Carolyn Adams? Here she is reciting some incidents with the Cheese. Album - Untying the Not
5) Under Wraps- the acoustic showcase of Tull from A little light music
(if you love Tull - missing this album is a crime!!)
6) Look into the Sun - inspired by WS's comment :)

Leme know if anyone wants the mp3s.
Enjoy!

Land's End...

2006-11-28T16:51:00.001-05:00

Saw the Biscos few weeks back. I possess most of the studio efforts & few show (courtesy LMA) and was eager for a real gig. Disco Biscuits is supposedly one of the foremost acts in electronica-jam genre and damn original. It’s difficult to name their sound but a “human stroke to electronica/trance” will be nearer to appropriate. As someone already said, some songs are typical psychedelic fest, some sounds like part of star wars trips. As I am not a connoisseur in their live shows, at times it was difficult to judge the “teases” and the “jumps”. Out of the set list particularly liked spacebirdmatingcall, mindless dribble, whip it and a nice rendition of – you can’t always get what you want.
Check out a popular Bisco track – Little Lai.

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Also, this is known as the Stolen Tracks 2, the unreleased supporting materials of the album - the wind @ 4 to fly. The tracklist - World is Spinning,Caterpillar,Voices Insane,Rock Candy>Abraxas>Rock Candy,??:)).

ps - sorry for the buffering problem. here is another little lai from LMA.

And finally, it’s official. Bill Nershi is leaving SCI after the summer of 2007. Not only that, the official sources say there will be hardly few incidents till then and rest of the band is still undecided about the future plans. Personally the news made me very upset; but it was kind of an inevitable sad departure. Any big time followers of SCI is somewhat reluctant of their neo-signatures (especially the recent album - one step closer) and can point out very clearly it is no more the “Nershi driven sound”. Fans feel he is bored to play the hippie-trance stuffs.

As most of the band members have their respective side-projects to fall back on I surmise it might going to be the final encore of the Cheese. Though there is a gossip going on – is Keller joining the band as fulltime?

so long the pirates, so long the land's end...
will always adore that jellyfish swims in my head...

Voyage

2006-11-23T19:50:00.000-05:00

Some new music for the extended weekend :)

Sit back and dl Herbie.

I am not sure about the track listing - traders might be wrong sometimes! Check out the lineup..(herbie+jaco+maupin).

Wasted...

2006-11-15T20:58:00.000-05:00

I am repetitively again and again listening to this track; and oh even today too.
Check the youtube version

And the studio version is here

If you don’t have the album Billy Breathes, you are missing something. This is a wonderful example of where Phish bridged mainstream and the jam genre. A long time favorite of mine.

Come waste your time with me..

Princess Caspian

2006-11-07T20:18:00.000-05:00

Aishani is the latest love of my life. She is the cutest, smartest and without any squabble, the sweetest possible on earth :) My vocabs will fail miserably; naturally I am not trying to explain her prettiness. Our first date as fixed is coming Saturday and I just just cannot wait to meet her…

While writing this post, however toRi (her nickname, inspired by the raaga in the same name) is only 4 days old. Though I was more interested in an old school Tagor-ite nick name my family did not give any attention to my words as always, anyway…

The last Friday was such a collection of good things! Not only due to A’s “naughty” mama ran to Buffalo to celebrate her THE FIRST birthday occasion with his ample of “naughty” friends & lots of “hics” it was also for the first time he understood the meaning of the saying - tears of joy..

while A was only few minutes old my sis was describing her…
and the tears connected PA to NY in an wink…

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The Flaming Lips doing the classic Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
No connection between Yoshimi & Aishani, as she is tooo small to fight the evil robots of the world!!!

Play Pause Stop

2006-10-20T22:07:00.000-04:00

These days I spend most of the daytime off my laptop. I don’t carry any mp3 players as such so mostly what I am doing is copying songs from my personal sources and dumping/ripping into blank CDs to listen :)

Putting what I am listening is always the best fun (and I do such often) and so here goes the list; in no particular order. Not repeating with Dead, SCI, Moe, Kimock, Phish etc.this time, as I did the same soo many times....

I don’t know how to keep track of “most played” songs in a computer, but definitely these songs are featured very very often in my media player playlist. ( so hopefully not breaking the tagging law!). Also, I have linked the album names.

Let me know if you guys suggest uploading the mp3s/albums. Somehow “sendspace” is damn slow these days…

1. Porahoto (Black) – Utshober Pore
2. Waiting Here (Buckethead featuring Shana Halligan and Serj Tankian) – Enter the Chicken
3. Nobina (Fuad featuring Punom) – Variation No. 25
4. Ozark (Pat Metheny/ Lyle Mays) – As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls
5. Elephant Talk (King Crimson) – Discipline
6. In this Divide (Azam Ali) – Elysium for the Brave
7. Where Are We Going? (Donald Byrd) – Black Byrd
8. Watermelon Man (Herbie Hancock) – Flood
9. Overdue (Bitter:Sweet) – The Mating Game
10. Magic Hours (Explosions in the Sky) – How Strange, Innocence
11. Spacebirdmatingcall (Disco Biscuits) – They Missed the Perfume
12. Too many Humans (Buckethead) – Population Override
13. Inspiration Information (Shuggie Otis) - Inspiration Information
14. Elephant Woman (Blonde Redhead) – Misery is a Butterfly
15. Unrequited (Pat Metheny & Brad Mehldau) – Metheny/Mehldau

Thanks Ws(VB) for the help in podcasting :)

update - the dl link of the mp3s (its aroun 130 mb..sorry!)

Random religious picks

2006-10-08T23:51:00.000-04:00

My Alma Mater is seems to be a Jewish addicted. I am not damn sure but with the array of people wearing the black skull cap in the campus, sporadic Jewish holidays and cafeterias ornamented with kosher munchies, I do believe my guess is somewhat correct!

Probably these religious hookups have encouraged the school to have a room for preaching scientology and etc. Early summer I and CD were walking through a place called “commons” (basically all Tee and school merchandise shops) in the campus and suddenly saw a glimpse of a “Bengali” book beside a glass window. Before we could read the heading and the author name and guess what is the book all about two women came out quickly from the room and invited us to do a “free” stress test. Me and CD (presumably!) did not have any clues about scientology except names of few *s (Mr. Holmes) related to this dogma. Anyway we had a brief introduction, education and “free” stress test with the two devotees. Without any squabbles, we both hit the zenith of the stress-meter (actually watching that made me tensed) and were guaranteed that we can reduce the same by reading a book (or watching a DVD). So what else scientology can do for you? Well reducing the stress of mind is nothing, it can be such a powerful tool that can substitute any medication you need, can take care of your skin and actually your life in detail (one of the women commented – psychology is nothing!)..to cut a story shorter, somehow we managed to escape with full assurance that next time definitely we are going to watch the DVD etc.

After the brief education and suffering from the high stress (indeed) me and CD met our deer quiz mate K in a break. After listening to this small anecdote K commented, man that S is not fad anymore, you guys should try Kabbalah or the Shinto’s....

Hmmm….!

Hence some religious tracks…
Kalighat – (from the album Kali’s Son; a Must buy for all)
Havah Nagilah (a Hebrew folk track, from Warts and All Vol. 4 – Moe.)
Bodhisattva (Countdown to ecstasy – the Dan)
Cole’ Law (SKB – 06/19/04 – the Tralf; Buffalo ..for the sake of record I and CD were present in the show :))

hard to explain...

2006-10-02T23:10:00.000-04:00

good wishes to all in the rainy festive season...
as usual the journey is nostalgic about the 1st rain back home,
if I knew the destination, I would take her home..

songs of the day - What I'll Remember Most & Ohio - from Over the Rhine; the Linford Detweiler and Karin Bergquist duo. Below is the first song; you can find the second lyrics here.

The saddest songs are the happiest
The hardest truths are the easiest
Put us both to the test
And tell me if you still need me
And I will swallow these words
And see if I can still believe

The biggest lies are the little ones
When the look in your eyes is the distant one
Angel or demon
You know that they can share one bed
I've laid awake so long
I've got them both inside my head

This American dream may be poisonous
Violence is contagious
Crowded or empty
I walk these city streets alone
Whoever brought me here
Is gonna have to take me home

This is what I'll remember most about dying
Loading these moments like a gun
Hoping to kill the pain
You were 80% angel
10% demon
The rest was hard to explain...

New day...

2006-09-24T20:27:00.000-04:00

Finally the term “move on” has played a trump card. I have phase shifted myself, from the place I belonged for last days, better last many days. Mr. X was permanently dejected; but the sun shined through the clouds in such a manner he always reached by stretching his arms. The bestest anecdote in his life is, more he has faced troubled times, the more he has faced better and best people in life. And that continued with the stint in Buffalo too..Such a virtue in life, yet such common…

I have moved to another place in the western New York (can not live outside the empire state :)) recently. Lived in a suitcase for a while, gazed at a newer place from the 18th floor window of a hotel room for a week and now finally in a brand new house. Are all houses are homes? The walls smell new, even the air; Mr. X feels something very unknown..unknown premonitions of unknown..

From the connotations of the first para, Mr. X is also such grateful to his blogger pals… initially it was a place for storing an unrest mind and soul, a solace of distressed self, but permanently it is now his second home. Thank you all my pals. I came across such talented and erudite minds, that I cannot write down. I loaded myself with songs almost every day, bended knees to Dead once again with VB; shared the happiness with S for the “special one”, enjoyed the political rivalry between “bow bow” and his “evil twin” with A, charmed by the elegant pictures of CD…to name a few…

Thank you, you, you and you..many thanks are still unsaid…as Mr. Jobs says, stay hungry..stay foolish…

Songs for the new day:-
Better Day - Sound Tribe Sector 9
Unknown 1st & 3rd track - Ustad Ali Akbar Khan
(this is from a ripped CD without info, sorry!)

ps - though I just got my net conxn at home (after a killer waiting period of more than 3 weeks) I was able to roam around (a little) in the blogs; I wonder why I can't post any comments..what is the "beta" thing? Any idea?

images & cheerful insanity

2006-08-24T17:42:00.000-04:00

Have you seen this beautiful short film? (little terrorist – directed by Ashvin Kumar) Thanks to CD for the google link. Though as the link says, I doubt if the film is the winner of academy award actually...

Also, Herbert is a must see movie; get it in any DVD store.

Anyone loves the fripping sound? Check out The Cheerful Insanity Of Giles,Giles & Fripp. Well, I have uploaded the music here for you guys, if needed :). Over 130 MB of dl, so be aware!

Chronicle of Fevers, Delirium and NO Discovery

2006-08-17T01:37:00.000-04:00

Disclaimer - This is a damn lighthearted post about *fever*, any serious reader can consult this.

I was a natural and always was/is a weak boy. And above that guess what, I can vividly recollect countless pleasant (!) familiarities of being *down with fever*. Primary school days (and why mostly in summer holidays and in handsome monsoon of Calcutta?), come fever in late night in a wink and I could surmise with a sheepish smile of getting a few days break from the school. What is healthier than relaxing in daytime on bed, listening MJ, reading phantom comics, discovering stories of feluda with the adventurous tintin? A stipulated body aching, pulling the bed sheet onto you (and if the fever is little rushing, the bed sheet is replaced by a comforter), someone putting cold waters on the head, you are lying with closed eyes, listening the humble breathes of the slower ceiling fan and replacing feluda in Sonar Kella by yourself?

A very unlike me, I always used to talk and sing (!) a lot while being *down with fever*. And this comes so naturally…makes me wonder. Sitting in my balcony in a settling evening with covers, sipping tea, a feverish and confused mind, watching a tired one getting back home.. I used to feel there is *someone* standing with two legs on my shoulders and in a frenzy watching the whole earth (or was all due to delirium?) After getting a modest seniority in life, I derived that I have a tendency of getting allergic to *dust* (brotherhood of Cal) and *cold*. So savoring a taste of the first rain drop, walking on a rainy evening without headgear, ASAP switching to AC coveted room (after being out in a hot wet afternoon in month of june) were all strictly NO-NO business in my days. But anyway, as I said before, I cherished the pleasant familiarities.. .so I tried out all of them! After all, bunking offices in a week day is/was always priceless! The feluda was little phase shifted by Lem’s Solaris, WHAM was replaced by American Beauty (and the feverish Morrison yelling – LA Womaaaaannnnn)..but MHO…I absolutely loved the feeling of pulling the bedsheet once again over me…resting…

This alien land made so many changes, resting been replaced by rusting, and age is catching up such fast I can’t reckon…it is irregular but I started disliking of being *down*..

Is it because the predetermined time is such limited?

Random Pick - Stairway to Watchtower (Moe. & Keller)

Grass n Blue n Phish-net

2006-08-14T18:52:00.000-04:00

Saw Yonder Mountain String Band on last Thursday. It was my first time experience with the band (as they said – lots of blue without the grass!) and it went pretty pretty well :). I never saw such an interesting line up (banjo, acoustic guitar, mandolin, bass) and the kids know to jam..jerry jerry hard.
Some of their stuffs – think for yourself (a beatles tribute), lonesome fiddle blues (a must one from earlier SCI shows) and it takes a lot to...

Also, my latest *listening now* series contains this show. I feel Phish is also going through a same track of Dead; that is officially releasing their all first-class shows (Phish’s picks?), whatever this is a must buy for all caught in the Phish-net.

Check out - auld lang syne > weekapaug groove & the rocking encore of johnny b. goode :)

I am down with fever for last few days :((

64...

2006-08-03T13:45:00.000-04:00

Jerry, my friend,
you've done it again,
even in your silence
the familiar pressure
comes to bear, demanding
I pull words from the air
with only this morning
and part of the afternoon
to compose an ode worthy
of one so particular
about every turn of phrase,
demanding it hit home
in a thousand ways
before making it his own,
and this I can't do alone.
Now that the singer is gone,
where shall I go for the song?

Without your melody and tase
to lend an attitude of grace
a lyric is an orphan thing,
a hive with neither honey's taste
nor power to truly sting.

What choice have I but to dare and
call your muse who thought to rest
out of the thin blue air
that out of the field of shared time,
a line or two might chance to shine --

As ever when we called,
in hope if not in words,
the muse descends.

How should she desert us now?
Scars of battle on her brow,
bedraggled feathers on her wings,
and yet she sings, she sings!

May she bear thee to thy rest,
the ancient bower of flowers
beyond the solitude of days,
the tyranny of hours--
the wreath of shining laurel lie
upon your shaggy head
bestowing power to play the lyre
to legions of the dead

If some part of that music
is heard in deepest dream,
or on some breeze of Summer
a snatch of golden theme,
we'll know you live inside us
with love that never parts
our good old Jack O'Diamonds
become the King of Hearts.

I feel your silent laughter
at sentiments so bold
that dare to step across the line
to tell what must be told,
so I'll just say I love you,
which I never said before
and let it go at that old friend
the rest you may ignore.

~Robert Hunter

Walking Blues, Lazy River Road, Bird Song (09/24/1994)
Download this sweet show from here.

ps - a nice reading!

Truckers & Family

2006-07-31T17:49:00.000-04:00

Saw the Drive by Truckers and Robert Randolph with his family last week. The Truckers were in usual southy tone and high on cherry whiskey, blasting with three six strings and a pedal steel. It was almost seeing a rehashed version of old school Lynard Skynard, seems they are really *too* inspired by this southern legends. The evidence is damn clear in Days of Graduation (from Southern Rock Opera –Act 1), a narration dedicated to the spirit of free bird. Also, check out Ronnie and Neil; a song primarily about meddles between Ronnie VanZant and Neil Young (southern man, alabama etc.).

As always, Robert Randolph was in a killing spree, far more than I saw last time. Together with his family, it’s a band to watch live. The setlist was awesome, the renditions of MJ (don’t stop ’til you get enough), Doobie Bros (jesus is just alright) and Led Zep (good times, bad times) were breathtaking and real foot tapping. Here is JIJA (07/16/06 – in flac, you need VLC to play this), GTBT (07/27/06) and encore Roll Up (07/27/06). Have Fun :)

Move on?

2006-07-20T17:26:00.000-04:00

The world is becoming such numb day by day. For last few days wherever on earth, it’s the same anecdotes only changing the colors. Counting bullets and quarters are almost having same meaning, as the currency speaks so loud!

The question Mr. X asks the most, where we are actually going to???

A short solace of Nata Bhairavi from Ravi Shankar.

@Sattva - an indian treat for your baby :)

Shine On...

2006-07-11T19:50:00.000-04:00

You reached for the secret too soon,
you cried for the moon...

Syd Barret
(January 6, 1946 – July 7, 2006)

Wouldn't you miss me?

SCI; once more

2006-07-02T15:34:00.000-04:00

I was reading some Zen stories for last few days and this is a pretty interesting Zen poetry.

I came from brilliancy.
And return to brilliancy.
What is this?

Here are two very popular, million times played (and in a zillion SB & On the Road recordings) tracks of String Cheese Incident. I don’t have the source info or show details of the particular tracks but IMHO these two live renditions showcase the true tight, fun oriented & best jammy days of SCI.

I hope SCI will be back to their golden roots soon…

Way Back Home & Galactic.

Be Gentle When You Handle Me...

2006-06-26T22:25:00.000-04:00

coz I bruise easily…

My pal GTom and Boy Joy (aka chord-master Joy) is a splendid duo! They create their own music, ranging from pop-rock to electronica to Baul stuffs! Needlessly to say, I am an ardent fan (my apt. is known as the groupie house) and cheerleader of their band :)

Anyway, GTom introduced me to the world of Indie singer-songwriter (or appropriately, an entire fleet of female solo musicians) genre. I was really unaware of these talented artists (so thank you bro). Here are some samples of these very gifted musicians. You guys might feel little *cheesy* but worth a try as always.

Natasha Bedingfield – I Bruise Easily (Unplugged)
Feist – Gatekeeper (from the album: Let it Die)
India.Arie – Good morning (from the album – Testimony: Vol. 1, Life & Relationship)

Enjoy :)

Well it's time to begin as the summer sets in
It's the scene
You set for new lovers
You play your part painting in a new start
But each gate will open another

June July and August said
"It's probably hard to plan ahead"
June July and August said
"It's better to bask in each others"

Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the summer go on and on...

Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind
Making love and making their dinner
Only to find that the love that they grew in the summer
Froze

February April said
"Don't be fooled by the summer again"
February April said
"That half of the year, well we'll never be friends"

Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the winter go on and on....

More Underground

2006-06-20T19:39:00.000-04:00

VB's post reminds me of a bootleg recording (the quine tapes) of Velvet Underground that I possess. The recording is not so good, but worth a listen. Here, is the whole show for my fellow blogheads.

Disc 1 (Setlist: I'm Waiting For The Man, It's Just Too Much, What Goes On, I Can't Stand It, Some Kinda Love,Foggy Notion, Femme Fatale, After Hours, I'm Sticking With You, Sunday Morning, Sister Ray).

Disc 2 (Setlist: Follow The Leader, White Light/White Heat, Venus In Furs, Heroin, Sister Ray)

Disc 3 (Setlist: Rock And Roll, New Age, Over You, Black Angel's Death Song, I'm Waiting For The Man, Ride Into The Sun, Sister Ray/Foggy Notion)

Enjoy :)

Deadicated...

2006-06-18T02:55:00.000-04:00

The other day they waited
The sky was dark and faded
Solemnly they stated
He has to die

And all the children learning
From books that they were burning
Every leaf was turning
To watch him die

The summer sun looked down on him
His mother could but frown on him
And all the others sound on him
But it doesn't seem to matter

And when the day had ended
With rainbow colours blended
His mind remained unbended
He had to die

You know he had to die...

Here, Moe. is doing Cryptical Envelopment>the Other One
(for puritans this is just that's it for the other one :)). Whatever, the Other One is smokin' :D

Show Detail:
Date: October 29, 1998
Venue: Metropol
Location: Pittsburgh, PA

My way home?

2006-06-17T23:01:00.000-04:00

Sunset @ University lake. Iff interested for more photos knock on My pal P's shack.

My voyage to Seattle was a bit bitter anecdote. But apart that too, the city is so so melancholic. It’s urban but always cloudy & raining; seems the cloud messenger is too restless and donned a 24 hrs anklet to dance! For some days, I felt restless; I was tired for being into different time zones so fast, seems relatively as days passing I am getting slower…

This tiring times and the gloomy sky of Seattle often dropped nostalgic bombs of my hometown, Calcutta. In any low and thin (and especially gloomy weather), I feel like taking rest in my home, rather in my room and my coveted balcony. Wish they were here!

I don’t wanna go home SOON
I jus wanna go home NOW

Song of now: Moe. doing bring you down ( album- No Doy). The lyrics speak.
Clapton & Knopfler performing Steve Winwood’s can’t find my way home.

David Bowie; UB40

2006-06-06T21:51:00.000-04:00

It is almost two years that Phish has disbanded. I possess most of the pre/post Phish efforts of Trey’s (all solo albums) and of Mike Gordon’s (mostly with Leo Kottke) but someway the solo offers are not transporting the original Phishy characteristics; Trey and Gordon knows better than us and may be they are not interested in reconstructing the same sound again..well but IMHO..I do miss the real sound of Phriendly Phish :(

Here is a stellar David Bowie rendition from the last Phish Concert (2004 - 08-14 Coventry Day 1). This track is originally featured in the studio album Junta; a modern rock masterpiece, and a proof of what Trey says - prog is all about pushing the limits of music…

I am in the process of getting the whole lossless version of this coveted show and will be grateful to ship anyone the CDs. VB - I will do send very shortly for you.

A personal note, this is the first song I received from the concert recording and was really excited to share with you guys (VB, K, S, TR and you)!

Test of the Boomerang

2006-06-04T23:51:00.000-04:00

My friend VB enlightened me about how Mickey Hart was inspired by the Tabla maestro Alla Rakha and created the rhythm patterns of the Dead track Eleven (this is in 11/8 time, mostly played as three beats of three followed by a beat of two - but with all sorts of variations played against each other). I did some googling to investigate more on how Hart was introduced to Alla Rakha and what he learned from the meetings. What I found is that Dead was doing some show in NYC area and the same time, Ravi Shankar was playing in long island, accompanied by Alla Rakha. Knowing this, Hart went to the concert and was introduced by an acquaintance to Alla Rakha in the backstage.
What follows next is an excerpt by Mickey Hart.

Learning that I (Hart) was a drummer, Alla Rakha invited me back to his hotel room for tea. I brought my pad and sticks with me, and I also happened to bring along a curious little device known as a tri-nome. A tri-nome is a metronome that can keep track of three rhythmic cycles. Each cycle has a different sound. You can set it so the three beats will all weave in and out of each other, circling around in endless loops, and every time the loops intersect with each other a bell will bong, indicating what is known as "the One."

The One—the alpha and the omega, the end and the beginning of the rhythmic cycle.

Alla Rakha was amused by the tri-nome. Picking up my pad, he began to demonstrate a rhythm game to me. He beat out a count to ten and then called out a number, which I then tried to place on top of his next ten beats. For instance, when he called "twelve," I tried to lay twelve beats down within the span of his ten, so that his last beat and my last beat would meet—at the One.

With this simple game, Alla Rakha destroyed my beliefs about rhythm. Rhythm was just time, I realized, and time could be carved up any way you wanted.

We did eleven over nine and twelve over eight and fifteen over thirteen. He showed me the obvious truth that twelve bars of eleven was the same as eleven bars of twelve.

He held onto my hand as I beat so I could feel how time was infinitely elastic. He made me feel what four felt like, then while I was doing four with my left hand, he showed me how I could put five into that four with my right hand.

Even beating on the pad with my fingers I felt it. Every time you crossed at the One, the energy shot up a little. There was a little pop! of something like adrenaline, only in your head.

I returned from that hotel room feeling as if I'd been shown the Golden Tablets.

Song of Now - Eleven (Dick's Picks - Vol 16)
This song needs the real player.

Summertime

2006-05-31T14:06:00.000-04:00

Buffalo is usually tagged with the infamous phrase – “in Buffalo it snows, so what?” I don’t have any clue which pucca Buffalonian coined this, and out of how much frustration but the real funny part is; come summer and Buffalo is almost awesome.

And personally without any squabble, summer is closer to me. I don’t have any private recollection of a good/bad/ugly *winter* before coming here, but summer makes me feel more comfortable, as in this is the weather I breathed and survived for such long…a longing for a nostalgic trip…

And all nostalgic trips are bound to take on an uneven, bumpy, jagged road and destined to be a round trip, finally!

I was wondering, will anyone be the same person after suffering a nostalgic disease or will anyone be anything but the same person?

Song of today - MLT (String Cheese Incident with Fareed Haque; 04/25/03)

Suspended;

2006-05-24T00:41:00.000-04:00

and the solitary good thing
that escaped pandoras box
hope..
flew away as a fugitive kite

same time, a story, a different year...

Song of Now:
Little late in dedication, but 11th May was the death anniversary of Bob Marley; Here Blues Traveler is doing *No Woman, No Cry* with Ziggy Marley, Bob’s son.

Show detail:-
Date: July 4, 2003 (check for other copies)
Venue: Red Rocks Amphitheatre
Location: Morrison, CO

Two Thousand Places @ Once

2006-05-18T20:36:00.000-04:00

Was in Boston area for a mere one day++. Had the priviledge to meet my bloghead pal VB and T. you guys are so so kind and warm. This post is for both of you :)

I was frantically searching few songs for them, but it is a genuine hard problem (and moreover when it is regarding Mr. *VB* the connoisseur)! Lastly, I just did a shuffle in my player and here are the first two random tracks popped up!

I caught a glimpse of Polyphonic Spree in PBS few years back. There were more than two dozen members, costumed in colored robes, singing gospel/pop/whatever and dancing but in an authentic uplifting mood; very catchy I must say.

Check the track Hold me now from the album Together We're Heavy.
The second track was Black Night – Badar Ali Khan.

State of Music

2006-05-13T14:35:00.000-04:00

Warning – This post is mostly oriented towards a genre of music (and vernacular too). I have not done any research or googling (maybe I SHOULD but I am lethargic), all the remarks are thus only from my observations :)

It was early eighties (to be little more fussy, maybe late seventies) when the bangla band wagon started rolling. The place was of course Bangladesh. Forget the intended puns in the long forgotten flick Bombay Boys (remember the utmost wish of the band to rock Bangladesh?); there is (and was) “something” about the rock music scenario (the generic form – rock) in BD. I remember in early nineties in Calcutta (before the planet-M era) searching frantically for some Tull tapes in streets; I still can vividly recall my hunt for “Thick as a Brick” for few days….comparing to Dhaka then they already had few hundred of strident hard working rock bands and thousand of devoted fans! We almost speak the same language and dialect in both sides of Bengal, but BD was always way ahead in this sense. My friend VB might explain this better (economic theory? BD always had a kind of free market, so rock albums were easily available than India?). I really don’t know and don’t delve much to dig out the reasons, but the ‘availability of rock music and listening’ (and thus learning to play in a tight band) must have catalyzed in this surge of band music.

There are a hundred of bangla rock bands you can name any day, I am not quantifying qualities but certainly many have a distinct sound. The bigger bands like Miles, LRB, Warfaze, Feedback, Nagar Baul etc. have really crossed a long way. And there is a really incredible change in their so-called “underground” music scene. As per listening to any form of music, I do try to keep an open mind but had a kind of firm believe that overall Bangla is a typical soft language. The vocabularies or the parlance is such that it is really tricky to do something in the language which you can mould or classify as “hard rock” or “alternative/grunge”. Well, many of the underground bands in BD (and also the band Fossils of Calcutta) have achieved this with their sheer experiements and proved me wrong. To name a few – Cryptic Fate, Aurthohin, Black, Artcell and Watson Brothers from BD. I simply like their sound.

I thought of writing more, but already feeling little lazy; will just mention one more BD band here (initially, my whole plan was to write a summary about Indian Bangla bands too -the West Bengal one, but not now). The band right now I am listening to is called them as “bangla” and they do a kind of folk-fusion-jazz. Their first album (King Kortobyo BimuR – means a state of undecided) hit the road in 2002 and their latest offer (Protyut Ponno Motittyo – means a state of fast action) was released a month ago. They sing mostly traditional folk (unlilke Bhoomi of Calcutta) with their style and signature. The new album is really a nice “concept” album; a kind of jamming with few Bauls and inspired by the songs and philosophy of Lalon Fokir.

Song of today:
Rong -Watson Brothers
Morile Kandis Na (don’t cry while you are dying) - Bangla

To my all non-bangla speaking friends – please try to listen; especially the lyrics of the second song is highly enriched by Urdu and Arabic words –needless to say I also don’t understand but love the vox :).

World on Fire

2006-05-12T00:17:00.000-04:00

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I'll tap into the water
(I try to pull my ship)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

I watch the heavens and I find a calling
Something I can do to change this moment
Stay close to me while the sky is falling
Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone

Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us

We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one that means less for some....

Check the Video, here.
Thank you Sarah.

Song of now - Nadia (Swati Natekar)

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My friend I is the newest kid on the blog. Welcome my son :)

Those days..

2006-05-10T00:46:00.000-04:00

Was a virtual and is...
a misnomer and remained...
used;sold;phew!

strolling; the shore of lazy time...

Song of now - Alosh Somoi-er paRe by Artcell.

Bangla is coming next, with a post.

Eudemon

2006-05-02T23:07:00.000-04:00

Revenge is a dish best served cold...

I wish all revenges are such sweet like Elmer's Revenge.

Show Detail - Steve Kimock Band
Date: October 1st, 2005
Venue: Granada Theatre
Location: Dallas, TX
(download the show, and thank you Charlie)

Bengali Songs

2006-04-28T19:43:00.000-04:00

Singer Suman (Chatterjee/Kobir) was a fresh air in early '90s in urban Bengal. Here are two translations of his lyrics (translator - Sudipto Chatterjee).

#1

Where Morning, at the cross roads,
Via Afternoon, into Evening corrodes--
Where City, just across a by-lane at the border,
Assumes the evening suburban order--
Where Evening, in search of Nocturne
Upon Chronos' prod, decides to sojourn--
Where the Stars, at the sky's borderline,
Turn into a silent harmony unconfined--
Where Sky, in an envelope of watery Cloud,
Sends you a letter with Rain's shroud--
In the flood of your tears, where Rain
Tells stories of someone else's pain--

That's where on my own
I shall meet with you alone.

#2

Familiar sorrow, familiar happiness
That all too familiar smiling face
Familiar dark and familiar light.
Familiar grounds, your familiar block
On a familiar road the door you knock
Familiar cries in a familiar night.
Familiar lips and familiar eyes
Familiar groups of neighborhood boys
The familiar gang where the roads meet.
Familiar roads in smithereens
Familiar houses, familiar greens
The familiar jungle made of concrete.
Familiar buses, familiar circuits
Familiar bread, familiar biscuits.
The all too familiar tea-glasses.
Familiar cigarettes that you puff
Walks down a familiar turf
Familiar images--dream-corpses.
Familiar anger, familiar rages
All too familiar vengeful revenges
Familiar knife and vindication.
Familiar disdain, abomination
Familiar shame--this our nation
Familiar fears, unknown reconciliation.

Song of the day - the Immigrant (Nitin Sawhney)

Light n Soul

2006-04-25T22:14:00.000-04:00

Just when the sun shelves in the shack for the evening snack I come out of my tiny hostel room to the veranda with a cup of warm tea. Consecutive rooms marching the corridors, one by one blue light shines on in a marching order from the top ventilator, every evening, same pattern of a time series. The fluorescents shine with same colors but recount different stories. Light narrates about us and them. Different faces in the rooms, million stories to be shared and not to. A fascinating amalgam of resemblance and contrasts.

So many things happened since those best freshman days, so many shores and coasts visited in all aspects of learning and distrusts. We really hate to learn to be still.

This shining nostalgic trip reminds me of the song Soulshine of Gov’t Mule. I was searching for any live rendition (chiefly with slide guru Derek Trucks) but this studio version is also very pleasant. Shine on with Warren Haynes.

Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshine
Damn sure better than rain...

Steel Time

2006-04-24T21:42:00.000-04:00

Saw Robert Randolph with his family band on last Saturday. Robert was in his typical jolly mood, wearing a Mets T-shirt and occasionally jumping on the chair and doing the pedal job. The routine versions of billy jean or good times, bad times were really very very Jammy :)

Listen to Randolph’s rendition of Billy Jean (02/21/2004), time for a pair of bellbottoms and a moon-walk!

River of Sound

2006-04-22T15:18:00.001-04:00

PFM (or Premiata Forneria Marconi) was a leading progressive outfit from Italy, of the early ‘70s. You might like the sound of PFM if you love Gentle Giant or ELP. Anyway they have a signature sound and I love it.

Here, PFM is doing River of Life from the album Photos of Ghosts. I heard this album is actually an english version dubbed from an earlier Italian offer. Overall I enjoy the whole album, if anyone interested I can link all the songs. Enjoy!

Days Between...

2006-04-17T20:55:00.000-04:00

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
the reckless are out wrecking
the timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see

There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries

There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
stood upon a mountain top
walked barefoot in the snow
gave the best we had to give
how much we'll never know we'll never know

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
the finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between lie between…

In the time of detest and dejection there are few moments which give you a healing power to strive for tomorrow. Just close your eyes and feel Jerry singing in his later days, a melancholic sad voice murmuring this song…
Whenever I listen to any version, something flows in my vein....

We miss you so much today…
But will be forever grateful…

Show Detail -
Date: August 22nd, 1993 Venue: Autzen Stadium, U. of Oregon

Getting dark, to dark to see

2006-04-16T01:38:00.000-04:00

A long hiatus from blogging without any consequential reasons..but...
sometimes life is so so short of words....
that nothing to murmur, just sleep walking back and surfing..

A happy new year to all my dear blog-heads & their families..keep dry and smile a lot :).

song of the sunday - JGB doing a "when I paint my masterpiece" (from Garcia plays Dylan).

Mushaboom

2006-04-07T14:44:00.000-04:00

Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold....

Here is the song. (Leslie Feist, album - Let it Die)

Nothing...

2006-04-04T20:09:00.001-04:00

World is shrinking
time too
leaving me behind

watching sunset
counting quarters

infinite dreams
leaving behind

Today's Song - Coma (Azam Ali, Serj Tankian and Buckethead)

Action Speaks Louder

2006-04-01T16:29:00.000-05:00

Seems dead spirits and trips are everywhere :). So here it goes,

An absolute gem of a Hard to Handle. (08/06/1971 - hollywood Palladium)

Long ago, before the Black Crowes....this is the REAL thing!

Clouds of delusion...

2006-03-28T11:20:00.000-05:00

Love.
Madness.
hope.
Infinnate Joy.

But in the end we all know,
the play had gone bad...like pickle in the moonsoon...

Today's music - String Cheese Incident doing a funky Shakedown Street > Bam. ('04 Halloween show - UIC). Thanks TR for the 2001 NYC show (and the reminder for Shakedown Street :))

(Ref- transending words from the long forgotten - "the god of small things").

Bobbing on the surface...

2006-03-26T15:52:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a particular tune you murmur in your mind too often. The hymn becomes a mantra and spins in your head so much you can’t escape. This happens a zillion times with me. Songs change but the effect remains the same. I regularly take a snowy road while walking the line to school and feel the motion of that tune in my body and soul. For few days it was Ripple and Moondance, and unless I sit in my lab and play these songs in my laptop they were not leaving me.

Last Friday it was a different song, was going a place with my pal I and he finally almost stopped his car and uttered “man! At least fifty times you sang this song in the last hour”!!

...I'm building you a pyramid
With limestone blocks so large
I drag them from the mountain top
You'll need a two car garage

And it's the ocean flowing in our veins
Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears
Oh..Cause we could have come so very far
Oh..In at least as many years

Take the highway through the Great Divide....

Whoever loves this track, check this String Cheese version. (10/31/00)

Little Wing Reprise

2006-03-23T00:15:00.000-05:00

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind....

I simply love this song!
First Hendrix, then SRV and many ones (anyone for the rendition by Sting ?:)) and now from Zero.
To keep the spirit and continuity, here is the Layla coda.

Believer

2006-03-22T02:05:00.000-05:00

good news....
touches you a midas and flies away...
time flies too...
with new appearances...lifeline?

Pure. Lotus Feet.

March winds will blow...

2006-03-17T00:38:00.001-05:00

Mr. X wanted to alter his perennial late rising ego. Last night it was actually early to bed and he caught a breathtaking view of the moon. The light was milking his vision through the window glass. It started tracking time to time and left an impingement as a scar in the blue. A hollow facade was punctured every five minutes and left a hole such as in a subway ticket. The moon was rolling on in a circular periphery, as unattained luggages do in a busy airport.

Move on is really an expensive and fuzzy expression. He knows exactly tonight same time same place it will be the same or a dark star.

Where to move on by the way…

I know you rider - from Jorma Kaukonen
(Update :- mistake in the posted song, please take a highway through the Great Divide :) and enjoy this (Phish - 12/02/03))

Hey Now...

2006-03-14T18:36:00.000-05:00

Some words are opposed by an unknown force. They queued in the tunnel vision for long but Mr. X never observed them taking birth…

Like unspoken thoughts stored in the pen cap…

Mr. X noticed them clogging beside the wall..,the wall of to-do/not-to-do…but he is happy by seeing only the shadows...

Like an appalling premonition…a premonition of a cold snow rushing…
Like smell of the history book…or dried tea leaves…

May be they are good as unborn, forever unborn.

This was getting heavier and no-where, to cut it gist Mr. X forced to think something good...He ends up in..."Aiko aiko all day, jockomo feeno na na nay, jockomo feena nay"

A smiling Aiko Aiko rendition from SCI.
Mr. X is forever grateful...

Desert Blues

2006-03-08T17:23:00.000-05:00

I came to know about the Blank Noise Project from V’s page. Little late but better than being more indifferent. Do visit this page and also this.

Today’s song (Diaraby) – In memory of the Talking Timbuktu ;Ali Farka Toure.

Recent Movies

2006-03-06T19:31:00.000-05:00

With and Without repetition. I highly recommend Tonari no Totoro
for anyone in love with animation.

1)Tonari no Totoro (My Neighbor Totoro)
2)Jana Aranya (the Middleman)
3)Repo Man
4)2046
5)Matir Moina (the Clay Bird)
6)Alphaville
7)Stalker
8)Elephant
9)Grateful Dead - view from the vault IV.

Song of the day - Wayfaring Stranger.

Life,Life

2006-03-03T18:50:00.000-05:00

I picked an age whose stature measured mine.
We headed south, made dust swirl on the
steppe.
Tall weeds were rank; a grasshopper was
playing,
Brushed horseshoes with his whiskers,
prophesied
And told me like a monk that I would perish.
I took my fate and strapped it to my saddle;
And now I've reached the future I still stand
Upright in my stirrups like a boy.

I only need my immortality
for my blood to go on flowing from age to
age.
I would readily pay with my life
For a safe place with constant warmth
Were it not that life's flying needle
Leads me on through the world like a thread.

~Arseniy Tarkovsky

I was wondering which song might suite today, IMHO a Dark Star will do the best justice :).

Grateful Dead. Dark Star. 2/22/69 (Dream Bowl, CA).
This version is beyond any further words.........

High & Lonesome

2006-03-02T18:48:00.000-05:00

My friends regularly laugh about my eerie (!) status message in I.M.s and ask about what is this Samba thing! I humbly answer “yes, why can’t we all just do it?”

Truly more than a single tune or a song this means much much more to me. I have around 20-30 versions of this work of art, once tried to write down about my best feelings and deleted the document as words are incompatible to explain Steve Kimock’s guitar sound.

Steve Kimock is recognized as the guitar monk and knew/known as the favourite unknown guitarist (courtesy Jerry Garcia). My friend Rushi says his guitar sound leads to the path of truth in a myriad mysterious way. He might be true…

There is a distinctive mark in Kimock’s playing; I am much unaware of the technical glittery of music world yet I believe listening Kimock in a concert is some kind of uplift of your spirit. He is not a stunner. He does not play faster than light. But Kimock is a creator. And like any other creator he thinks and makes affection before creating his thoughts through sound. He chooses (rather selects) meticulously his notes from the frets but it is like a waterfall model which is continuously flowing. I feel his lyric-less lyrical ballads possess an infinite journey, they continue beyond his starting or ending.

And finally the phenomenal sound…his comment goes "It doesn't matter what you're trying to do, or what you think you're doing. All that matters in the end is what's coming out of that speaker."

Kimock might not be selected among the best guitarists by the Rolling Stone magazine, but that is the utmost reverence; he should not be featured in a ranking system, as he is beyond.

Enough said, how about a TonguenGroove?
Forgive the crowd noise.

Cheesy Time

2006-03-01T18:43:00.000-05:00

this space-time does not adore my nickname anymore
yet thoughts are so immaculate, no where to go.....

Today's song - One of my early days fave SCI tracks - 100 year flood (10/20/2000 -OH)
I simply love the sound of Nershi and Kang :)

Running in circles you don't understand...

2006-02-27T18:12:00.000-05:00

Walking talking too far from the light
Living breathing in colorless black and white...

~if you only could (Donna the Buffalo)

And here is the song (from 2/19/2000 - Walker Centre @ NC)

Torture, Chalkdust Torture

2006-02-24T13:27:00.000-05:00

straight from the heart to the cursors,
is a neverland journey; clogging of radium..
like the distance between the switch
and the glowing shining light...

She waved from the balcony last time,
a matador? bloodbath,nicotine umbrella cloud..
harp unstrung; soldout...

An Electric version of Rebubula from Moe. (02/10/2005-NYC) . For a better flac version visit LMA.
The show also featured Medeski, John Bush and Trey :)) resulted in a mus' have show for any jammy ( a bit of Moe.+Phish+Covers..what more is needed in life?)

no return from the Zone

2006-02-21T16:45:00.000-05:00

I love your eyes, my darling friend,
Their play, so passionate and
bright'ning,
When a sudden stare up you send,
And like a heaven-blown lightning,
It'd take in all from end to end.
But there's more that I admire:
Your eyes when they're downcast
In bursts of love-inspired fire,
And through the eyelash goes fast
A somber, dull call of desire...

(from Stalker again) . The last scene...

Today's song - Spiderman ( String Cheese Incident - 10/30/2000).
This is actually one of the earliest recordings of SCI I possess. This show got a smokin' encore:
Land's end > Walking on the moon > Come together > The wedge > Get down tonight.

Loose Control

2006-02-20T19:42:00.000-05:00

Moved, moved and moved :). Keeping not a single epoch of space in between scenes, a fast editing table and fusing a rather strong message in an ala music video style of short scenes from experimental angles, the restless free fall scenes into the waters, the black & white and sepia past (how can I forget the scene of Jalianwala bagh of white bloats with red blood in between), continuous jumping between space time, amazing strips of colors flowing in the screen (especially the last sequence of yellow field and a splash of white color through the song “roobaroo”, almost without a hero worshipping and so smart making….

Little Unreal but absolutely loved RDB.

today's song - Slumber (KVHW - 02/26/99)

Easy riding

2006-02-16T21:50:00.000-05:00

Mr. X was tacit most of the times. He kept the spirit in the garden or a gas chamber. The light shines when regularly he crosses the yield sign and meets the main stream. Hope that advocates for truths; truths are beautiful and pragmatic Mr. Y is also striving for the truth. Once, someone had a day-dream for a neverland; but right now Mr. X loves any crusader.

A friend of the devil is a friend of mine.

Song of the day - Wormwood (Moe.)

Estimated Prophet

2006-02-14T22:34:00.000-05:00

Now summer has passed,
As if it had never been.
It is warm in the sun.
But this isn't enough.

All that might have been,
Like a five-cornered leaf
Fell right into my hands,
But this isn't enough.

Neither evil nor good
Had vanished in vain,
It all burnt with white light,
But this isn't enough.

Life took me under its wing,
Preserved and protected,
Indeed I have been lucky.
But this isn't enough.

Not a leaf had been scorched,
Not a branch broken off. . .
The day wiped clean as clear glass,
But this isn't enough...

~(from Stalker)

today's song - Bob Rules (Keller Willams, from the album Laugh)

Bad...badder..baddest

2006-02-07T23:26:00.000-05:00

going going gone...
bad worse worst...

And who said life is a long song :( ?

Song of today - Guyute from Trey's solo effort Seis de Mayo

inspired...

2006-02-03T00:13:00.000-05:00

Inspired by Deep, here is my log for last month:)

First Time
1)Stranger than Paradise
2)The song remains the same
3)Autumn sonata
4)Days of being wild
5)Bhoomika

Many times before but again...
1)A bout de souffle (Breathless)
2)Jules et jim
3)Gold rush
4)Wintersleepers
5)Solaris

list for this month-
1)Tonari no Toroto
2)Gummo
3)Repo Man
4)2046
5)open for suggestions

Seems Tull is in air! Here is an insane version of To cry you a song from Live-@ Isle of wight ('70) , DO love it !

And the prophets said, 'Be careful what you wish.' ...

2006-02-01T15:53:00.000-05:00

Mr. X is a perpetual slow runner in every facet. And yes, without any squabble we all are acquainted with his late rising for today and tomorrows. Yet today was all a different sudden anecdote. He was enjoying the tinge of the single tree branch in the backdrop of the blue between the flaccid grills in early morning. This time, it is not snowing but the branch has cried a lot in late night. The tears were all multiplied with a deep passion and care. The tears were so near he felt like touching.

Wondering why the sky is so blue, if it is the home of eternity.

Never had to think twice,
Always knew my home was in paradise...

Song of the Day : Home Again (Disco Biscuits; from They missed the Perfume album)

Sliding...

2006-01-28T11:20:00.000-05:00

sahib teri bandi aan
mandi aan kay changi aan....

Enjoy a beautiful rendition from the slide guru Derek Trucks. (Live @ Park West ,'04)
(Sahib teri bandi > Maki madni > Sahib teri bandi)

Gimme some Moe.

2006-01-25T20:20:00.000-05:00

Later days, the preamble of Moe.’s music is the best thing could have occur to life and to make it better Monday night was my freshman effort to be an official Moe.Ron! Previously, in this post, I have appraised Wormwood a big time, and oh boy any thing I say will be less. To put it simpler, I was entirely blown away for four hours (four hours seven minutes concert to be precise, with a 20 minute break after the first set).

Moe. initiated the show with stranger than fiction, a popular show starter and in the first set they covered two of my fave. tracks crab eyes and four. The jam bridges were extra-ordinary, jazzier than normal, full credit goes to Loghlin’s dual job on xylophone and percussions (and regular drinking of Getorade!). “Thunderfinger Derhak” was even more superior to all studio & live (Warts and all vol. 1 to vol.4) albums, I was following his bass notes and progressions without any twinkle! Chuck and Al were as usual brilliant, (though Al was little tired at the end of second set) they switched the lead roles numerous times so fast, I was really amazed. Often I was looking to Chuck’s flashy guitar works and in the next second it was Al with the lead! They controlled the speed so accurately I was even more astonished that every thing they are doing live! Hats off to Vinnie for maintaining the rhythm pattern throughout.

The highlight of the second set was the first jam and sudden crossover to acoustic letter home. The best part of Moe. is the “teases” of different songs; the second set contained a lot “teases” from kids and other Wormwood songs (pity I missed teases from china cat sunflower which is pretty common in their shows!).

Before the encore, the crowd was chanting their favorite encore tracks (well me and my pal GTom were screaming for rebubela and havah nagilah) but they launched a neat jazz rendition of time (the Floyd one)! At the end part of the song (“the song is over, thought I’d something more to say…”) they started flashing their skills of lots of funks and jazz (I smelled a little of various galactic (SCI) versions which made it more special). Splendid blending and they moved into don’t f*** with flo to wrap off.

The fraternity of jam followers were familiar, 90% were in Garcia/dead t-shirt (rest in Phish, SCI, Keller Williams, and Disco Biscuits). I was in a String Cheese Incident hood :) Made couple of new friends and signed up as a moe.ron.

Do catch my school seniors soon!

Setlist –
Set 1: Stranger Than Fiction, Crab Eyes, Lost Along The Way, Blue Jeans Pizza, Jazz Wank > Four > She
Set 2: Time Ed > Dr. Graffenburg > Water, Letter Home, Hi & Lo > Brent Black>
Encore: Time > Don't F*** With Flo

Song of the day - Shoot First (Album- Wormwood by Moe.)

Is there anybody Out there?

2006-01-22T02:23:00.000-05:00

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my Prairie Son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone...

Such a weird post, but I don't see all the fellow blogheads (zzz,deep,satch,kundalini) these days!!
Knock knock...

Song of the day - Big Foot ( from the album Live Art - Bela Fleck & the Flecktones)

Truckin' in style along the avenue...

2006-01-19T12:07:00.000-05:00

Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.....

Wish I was here 15 years back...

Song of the day - Elvin , from the album Soul Serenade (Derek Trucks Band)

Must Pass Away....

2006-01-17T19:16:00.000-05:00

This time in year it snows. Mr. X wonders at night beyond the window for the moonlit, the fleeting glimpse of tomorrow and the infancy of cotton snows. Sometimes, he reminds of a vast sea beach with radiant lights sparkling on the shore shared with some unknown fun. Do both the worlds have something in common?
A world is so far and never can be committed to win again as it was. However, no one reckons what to do with the futile shared laughs. It is a difficult task of walking back while sailing and holding a pincushion in the soul. But he must drop and roll.

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away....

Wish him!

Song of the day - Brown Skin from Indie.Arie

Sunshine;Daydream

2006-01-17T01:05:00.000-05:00

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been...

Mr. X was thinking the same, a year, a month or a day gives the world a paradigm shift; so unstable yet so easy...

a nostalgia is far better than the coveted doubts...

Song of the day - Falling Angels ; from the album Human (Nitin Sawhney).

ll Sleep when I m dead...

2006-01-06T00:20:00.000-05:00

Before I sink, into the big sleep
I want to hear, I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly...

~Morrison

Absolutely no time till next thursday for any other scream else mine.
A safer and dry 2006 to all of you (deep, satchisgod, zzz, kundalini ....( I doubt if I left anyone!))

Song of the day - Sweet Melissa , - ABB.

good-bye good night

2005-12-24T19:42:00.000-05:00

I feel nostalgic very often as I always reckon tomorrow on the basis of an unknown eternity. I deeply enter an illustrated illusion when I say a good-bye as yesterday dies off in the very epoch. But that comes back often so much in mind I feel puzzled and try to get some sleep walking back again. I see a breathtaking rain is taking place and my mother singing a Tagore’s song in her own world, standing in the balcony.

Well, few nostalgic trips bring smile, sometimes a good memory thrashes far much than the present.

Song of the day - Another Life, from the album Speaking of Now: Pat Metheny Group.

Until the End...

2005-12-22T18:59:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I wonder how a simple song, a note or a tune can hook you up so strong, that you even forget yourself but carry on. This happens recurrently in my life in no particular or random order. I vibrate with the tone and swim across the song with tons of goose pimples. A friend mentioned there is no criticism from music and I am frightened to all kind of feedbacks.

May be it is foolish, but who cares? I don’t censor my tears.

This is a snap of Lake Pano in Adirondack Mountain range, NY, stolen from my friend Praveen’s shack. The lake is awaiting a ripple I feel.

Song of the day – Ripple, the American Beauty version.

For The Anniversary Of My Death

2005-12-22T02:21:00.000-05:00

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

W.S. Merwin

Between Appearances...

2005-12-20T02:54:00.000-05:00

Mr. Y: How is it coming?
Mr. X: Hahaha, you took the accent bro 

Mr. Y: Well, how are you doing? Perfect?
Mr. X: Yeah, perfectly kept the imperfect hopes. The box of rain is suffering from claustrophobia.

Mr. Y: Its too much snowing these days, I see.
Mr. X: Yeah, but snow fall does not make ripple on still water my friend.

Mr. Y: You talk as you have faced the eternity already.
Mr. X: The eternity has approached me already; the roads are dusted with nostalgia.
Mr. Y: And, what do you feel then?
Mr. X: As Tarkovsky mentioned, nostalgia is a disease, an illness that drains away the strength of the soul, the capacity to work, the pleasure to living.

Mr. Y: It’s nothing but personal, what’s your wish right now?
Mr. X: Ami bari jabo..kolkatai…will walk mindlessly in the decaying streets of north Calcutta in dawn, phuchka, the drained face of a kite, the drowning face of durga thakur in bagbazar ghat..
Mr. Y: So you wanna wish a good world when are you dying! Huh.

Mr. Y: Any new dream besides imagine?
Mr. X: Sailing with a dolphin (hand in hand), however I don’t know how to swim. But does sailing need that?

Mr. Y: Your world, your writings are not kickin' my grays any more. You are so stranded.
Mr. X: Sometimes, it is better that way. Moving from coast to coast without moonlight is pain. And it is more pain after being deceived under a daily sun.
Mr. X: Hey but why you are always off, why you don’t spend a much time with me? Why are you running away as a nomad?

Mr. Y: (quickly changing the subject into the perennial one) What are you listening now?
Mr. X: Tongue and Groove, Steve Kimock. You?

Mr. Y: Ditto. Spirituality….

Lil. Xperiment..

2005-12-16T13:43:00.000-05:00

Ripple in still water...

2005-12-13T21:10:00.000-05:00

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air....

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone...

~Grateful Dead

living in the past.......

2005-12-12T23:52:00.001-05:00

Perennial melancholies have some positive feedbacks. Mr. X is grounded but a somnambulist, he does not miss every single night to confirm repeatedly his mobile for the unknown calls or the messages, which are never made, never typed; never meant for him. He has signed over a zillion free mail services to relish the flood of mails, yet an unhappy discover pauses his beats a bit. He repeats his mistakes, under the scorching sun or relentless snowfalls he mumbles a single name, undoubtedly without any reasons as the world turns.

Sometimes, feeling down has a colorful world, Mr. X is holding the brush to paint that a cloud nine.

Co-Existence and Conflicts

2005-12-11T13:24:00.000-05:00

I was watching the cloud-clad sky today morning. The time was nearing dawn but alas, it was my perfect time to sleep; a freezing warmth (reckon the proverbial proclamation- in Buffalo it snows, so what?) was capturing my soul. I was smug in infancy, was watching the roots of the branches of the only tree in my view through the window. The leaves are all gone, but the pain lingers on. There is no conflict between swamp of dreams and famine of the sunrays. I was listening to the rumble of the wind, writing on the wall for my salvation.

In the other hand, I could here a nostalgic song was somewhere floating in my appt. Actually my roommate was working on matching in cohabitation market (toward his ph.d.) and listening Mohiner Ghoraguli.

"First thing god created was journey and then came doubt and nostalgia".

Why life is so conflicting?

PS- The statement is from the film Ulysses Gaze by Theo Angelopoulos (no wonder!!).
The word nostalgia makes me feel about Nostalghia, have to watch this classic of Tarkovsky tonight.

To Cry You a Song...

2005-12-08T22:56:00.001-05:00

Its tull all the way! Got the 1970 Isle of Wight live album today! My 36th Tull album!
and yeah, also in the list Martin Scorsese's latest flick No Direction Home! If you are into Dylan do contact me :).

For a second thought, Mr. X knows the song Ballad of a thin man is actually based on him.

All that matters is your freedom...

2005-11-30T21:45:00.000-05:00

Mr. X is humming whole day a new song yesterday...

What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day
As you place the don't disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore

It's a long way down
On this roller coaster
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it

I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for

Well it's full speed baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading

Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy
Please don't censor your tears

You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you

he never censors his tears.. but wishes to keep him and her dry...

--the lyrics is from the song Mary Jane by Alanis Morisette. Brilliant, is not it ?

A new day, yesterday...

2005-11-30T00:55:00.000-05:00

Back in the summer of ’92 I was launched to Jethro Tull. The first album I heard was Songs from the woods and in a word I was completely hooked up. I started growing up with their music, the eclectic taste of their sound started moving into my veins and sooner I felt I have collected almost their all studio ventures. Times come and gone, I acquired into different genres of music to savor my soul, but still I swear by Tull, any day.

It was dot 7:30 p.m. the stage (Center for Arts, UB) was dim and suddenly with a bang of spot light Ian Anderson started humming Life is a long song, I felt a mysterious touch of melody inside my soul, started singing with Anderson and sooner the rest of the members (Barre, Giddings, Joyce and Perry) joined him. The band obstinately demonstrated their grip and perfection of musicianship performing their master tracks. Often split by Anderson’s amazing sense of humors, mostly dedicated to Barre.

The second half of the show was a stunner. For this American tour Tull is accompanied by a violinist Lucia Micarelli, a graduate of the proverbial Julliard School of music, NY. Tull is really backing her hard and vice-versa, the beginning of the second half started with a small classical piece in violin and suddenly she jumped perfectly into Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)! And Oh Boy, when I thought it was almost over; the next track was Kashmir (Led Zeppelin). She was in so much command of these both tracks and ‘course the Tull-ites too.

The show was mostly comprised of Aqualung tracks. I have a little ode feeling to this cause I have an addiction to Benefit, Living in the Past, Storm Watch, Songs from the Wood, Stand Up, A Passion Play and Minstrel in the Gallery to name a few. I was expecting more of these albums than only Aqualung, but this emptiness will make me wait for more I surmise.

The show was over around 11 o clock, it was snowing outside and dark. I was walking through an ardent flow of rush cause I waited fourteen long years to see this eclectic perfect blend of rock, folk melodies, eastern influences, bluesy licks, surreal lyrics jumbled into a little light music.

I am craving for more, wish these guys live a hundred years and offer relentlessly their unique phenomenon to devout fans like me.

...greet the brand new day

2005-10-26T00:51:00.000-04:00

The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

~the Beatles

Back...

2005-10-20T14:34:00.000-04:00

Staying closer to an object is sometimes fun sometimes not. You can spend sleepless nights gaping, fiddling, and cuddling with the desired object. Leaving apart is always a menace and chiefly if it is from only your side.

Mr. X was missing his 600M so badly that he cried to the moon. But finally it is back after such a strange long hiatus. They are now home, having dinner together and laughing without causes.

But what happened to the perfectly unkept hopes?

Suffering of Destruction

2005-10-14T21:45:00.000-04:00

Be a good boy
Try a little harder
And make me proud.

Shattered states sometimes give you stateless motions. The least I can do is keep quite and enjoy the status. I don’t count the countless pieces of broken dreams, because it might block the sunrays into your world. Similarly I don’t keep account of the cradle of lost kites; tomorrow they might take the shape of clouds and rain perpetually.

Yeah, I am always high, but grounded.

Go

2005-10-05T19:19:00.000-04:00

Move on is a fascinating fuzzy phrase. Where to move on? How? This evening I came out of the woods to see a sulking sun. The streetlights follow a stringent rule to glow on, one by one. Brightness speaks about you, speaks about me. Clarity stores different story for today and tomorrow. Where is the lucidity to light on the never land? How to wipe off the clouds to sail in the changing place?

Crossroads seem to come and go.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast…

Nothing...

2005-10-03T22:12:00.000-04:00

Nothing is to ponder as such. Nothing is to split or multiply anymore. Nothing is to add to the immense nothing. Nothing is to lend or sponge or plead or steal. Nothing is to approach anymore. No craving for the wish-river. It was the perpetuity once, now a simple blot on the wall calendar which is to be ruined this midnight.

He is fashioning the plaster right now. A fragile egg shell mind was crowded. Few of the mass left with one hand in the pocket, few silently stride, and of course days and dreams are never congregate.

Sooner he will post a "do not disturb" board exterior to the beehive. A guitar seventh chord is in progress and he might choke one day or tonight.

The epitaph says it was not love; only fond of.

yet, breathing

2005-10-02T22:11:00.000-04:00

He woke up abruptly in the dawn and smelled something branded. Vaguely he started investigating the spring. The aroma was faint but so strong he could not continue his slumber anymore. He ransacked his brain, raped his soul, and tried all mumbo-jumbo and all black magic. He took a voyage to trek all five horizons. He gazed below the carpet and delved into the ground as much as he can for the whiff. Dizzy he was, considered to dial 911 or call up Mr. Koifi Annan. Sadly, those lines are not for private usage.

Insensible till the core, he gawked to the sky, to find out the haunting yet familiar scent.
He stood motionless on the rail line, trying to confirm if the end of the lines meets somewhere. Earnestly eager to move on, to explore the place where changes take place.

The perfume was of her breath.
Is he still breathing or died a little prince?

Fuzzy Thinkin'...

2005-09-29T22:16:00.000-04:00

I usually breathe a binary life. Reckoning quarters in my pocket. Shield myself from the bullet of thoughts. I grip my pillow tight with cotton smile, while dreaming. Tomorrow will be something brand new, there won’t be any scratch in god’s great banana skin.Tomorrow might be a day or infinity for me.

I was mesmerized by a scene in “Invasions barbares”. The protagonist before achieving the euthanasia holds the hand of the girl (who was poisoning him heroin) and mentions her as his guardian angel.

There is a big hiatus between zero and one in binary system, all are so blatant fuzzy.
Perhaps, I too need a guardian angel.

Inspired

2005-09-28T22:14:00.000-04:00

So she took off her love and affectionately spread over the terrace. Hoping, a scorching heat will give them a meaning and a tinge of hope. He started singing Dylan’s “It’s all over now baby blue” and read the emails for the last time before purging. There were few symbols, signs, her cascades, faint perfumes, snail mails, cavities lying beneath his obligatory heart which should be punished and dethrone, might be burned in the midnight. He hates gadgets because they surmise and create fantasies before him. He banished the mindless jingles, the frothing jargons, never-ending tailmails,the restless nights, the daytime pageants, umbrella tree for her meditation, text messages, sailing while holding hands, countless contemplation and unborn children . Calling cards are also deported.

Memory should be erased which embedded as the fingerprint, concrete.
Will rise and vaporize one day?

To whom are you lying, Mr. Misnomer?

Wish I was here

2005-09-27T22:22:00.000-04:00

I was moonstruck.
I was sitting beside my balcony and peeling mangoes and watching distant rain drops.
I was smug; infancy caught me between my two legs.
And then the albatross came and took off with everything possible.
She caught the crickets, tear them apart and sounded a “phew”.
I jumped into the fountain to be forgiven,

Hopefully after “bisorjon” there’s always a homecoming voyage…

Way back home

2005-09-25T22:20:00.000-04:00

Long back, it was summer of ’97. Way back home. Reaping and repairing myself in the train journey.

***********1***************
Untidy scolding of this train
The boulevard from Tamralipta to Patoliputra
A lazarus pakhi sitting on telegraph wire
Needs water?
Actually going home in a twisting turning way...

***********2*************
Sometime amazed yet a discover
Heard the laughing of a cascade
Like she spreads her hair down..
An umbrella tree stands alone distant
Sunny day?

***********3*****************
This is a spellbound ask for living.
Demagogue fossils..
Playing hide and seek
Me and the king...
Silently she walks down...though I don’t miss her steps..

**********4*****************
Turning trees and trunks
Can’t figure out in today’s rain..
Drop of water tinged by the wing of the bird
On the window bar...drops..droplets
You might call this as love…

********5****************
A time of self dependency
Drained food..stores unlimited
A boy is going home..from school..strollin lazily..
King laughing in slumber..me laughing on him.

***********6*************
A fresh new soul
Fistful of smile in the black chin of sky..
Harvesting the seeds in cloud number nine..
My planet..my earth..way back home.

Swadhinota

2005-09-24T22:13:00.000-04:00

I frittered today (as almost every other day, no wonder) in the lab toying with my notebook and some crappy shortest path algorithm for a tree (who knows which is which….), back home it was the glorified independence day.

One more holiday, “if Bengali, then mutton in lunch”, simian activities by game show hosts aka politicians, Roja on TV (most probably Swadesh this time, surmising), finding never land in dreams, tricolor cakes in five stars.

One entire year of famine, flood, food dearth, screwed up evacuation planning, vote stockpiling, more corruption, bribery, parties, pretending we don’t see anything attitude, hence more corruption ....

Personally, I am an epitome of irrationalism and insensibility. I don’t have any nationalist slogan for my country, yet I carry a tri-color in my bag. I don’t vouch for a hiatus in the brain-drain game, yet I feel something uneasy with “yeh jo desh hai tera”. The signature music of “Chariots of Fire” forever takes me to the impulsive homesick trip to “Mera Bharat Mahan” commercial.

Imitating myself, life is a fuzzy business.

Nothin's gonna change my world

2005-09-23T22:09:00.000-04:00

Sounds of laughter
shades of earth are ringing through my open views
inciting and inviting me
limitless undying love
which shines around me like a million suns, it calls me on and on
across the universe...
~Lennon

fErvor oF tHe mEadow

HNY

sundries...

Wishes...

...How many of us Sing?

Grateful Poll # 1

Back...

Oh Moe.

Feedbak;'06

Parents and sliding

Peace...

Lake Effect...

Back...

Land's End...

Voyage

Wasted...

Princess Caspian

Play Pause Stop

Random religious picks

hard to explain...

New day...

images & cheerful insanity

Chronicle of Fevers, Delirium and *NO* Discovery

Grass n Blue n Phish-net

64...

Truckers & Family

Move on?

Shine On...

SCI; once more

Be Gentle When You Handle Me...

More Underground

Deadicated...

My way home?

David Bowie; UB40

Test of the Boomerang

Summertime

Suspended;

Two Thousand Places @ Once

State of Music

World on Fire

Those days..

Eudemon

Bengali Songs

Light n Soul

Steel Time

River of Sound

Days Between...

Getting dark, to dark to see

Mushaboom

Nothing...

Action Speaks Louder

Clouds of delusion...

Bobbing on the surface...

Little Wing Reprise

Believer

March winds will blow...

Hey Now...

Desert Blues

Recent Movies

Life,Life

High & Lonesome

Cheesy Time

Running in circles you don't understand...

Torture, Chalkdust Torture

no return from the Zone

Loose Control

Easy riding

Estimated Prophet

Bad...badder..baddest

inspired...

And the prophets said, 'Be careful what you wish.' ...

Sliding...

Gimme some Moe.

Is there anybody Out there?

Truckin' in style along the avenue...

Must Pass Away....

Sunshine;Daydream

ll Sleep when I m dead...

good-bye good night

Until the End...

Chronicle of Fevers, Delirium and NO Discovery