All-time Fantasy Grammys

So the Grammy's were on the other day. I did not watch. I find they refuse to nominate me or give me awards. Clearly this is discrimination against the talentless unknowns. As Supreme Peon and Idiotic Twit (SPIT) of the Council for Recognition of Atonal Performers (CRAP), I therefore called for a boycott from my basement office. This was met with universal and unanimous approval across the Council, whose current membership is somewhat higher than 0 peaking…

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The Path

1-IMG_0115The path to the future never did run straight
I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate.
The sun plays hide and seek between the trees
Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees
are busy with the business of their flowery (more…)

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The Typewriter Tape

Jorma Kaukonen
Jorma Kaukonen
Every once in a while I get deeply, madly bored and depressed. Normally this takes the form of excessive eating, extreme reading, cleaning up things or staring at the wall opposite me. I have a horror of facing the wall. I hate sitting with my back to the door which exasperates my Beloved Bengalan. When I was building an office space for me, I agonized for days on where the door would go and how I would arrange my workspace. I’ve since psychoanalyzed myself and discovered that this is due to (more…)

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Not responsible

As the header says, I refuse to take the responsibility for the sounds in your head. Should you continue you agree not to hold me accountable for any after-effects. Have you ever noticed how certain sounds just entrench themselves into your mind and refuse to let you go? I mean, for example, this whiny thing from Elton John. (And we're off!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKjEP2AbUVU Yes, it won't be a great sacrifice if that song and I lived in separate…

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I am? I do?

A question put to me the other day left me scratching me head. Not because I have dandruff or other head afflictions, but figuratively speaking I was left wondering. What was the question, you ask? "What do you like?" Frankly, I was flummoxed, bewildered, puzzled, foxed, surprised and confused. What do I like? What am I like? Who am I? As I started writing this, I came across this post from the entertaining Suresh Chandrasekaran which simply…

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about Words and Music

The Slo-Man cannot read music. He finds western classic music notation binding and constricted. It may have made perfect sense hundreds of years ago when pens were quills and making dots and flowing marks was easier to do. The arbitrary names of notes and disorderly collection of notes in a scale disturb his need for order in his head. He does like music of all kinds, though he thinks a lot of modern hip-hop and rap is…

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Nasal Blues

So - I need help. Yeah, Yeah - I know! It seems the nose job 18 months ago didn't quite take. And as things stand I may have to go under the knife again. That was depressing - so I took me aside and wrote down this song. I just can't finish it and that's where I need your help. Please suggest more verses. Here we go then: Nasal Blues (in some nice key so I can…

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Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

I recently had an interesting conversation with a good friend on Facebook about music in our lives. This and a short reunion with old school friends brought back memories of the entertainment options available to us growing up, as we did, on the cusp of the modernization of India. The very first mode of entertainment in my life was running around the neighbourhood with two significant episodes. The first was the hide and seek played in the trenches…

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The complete set of references

The Slo-Man apparently has been quite busy going on looonggg drives with the LLBF.  He finally had the time to hand over the complete list of references to his blog post "About the State of Affairs" The Carpenters – Rainy Days and Mondays Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down The Who – Join Together The Beatles – Eight Days a week Ace of Base – All that She Wants Bryan Adams – Summer of 69 Jimi Hendrix…

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