The Path

The 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 date I wonder at the meaning of the…

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The Typewriter Tape

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…

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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. So here goes! Have you ever noticed how certain sounds just entrench themselves into your mind and refuse to let you go? I mean,…

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I am? I do?

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?" asked the interrogator? They went on to speculate on the…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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