Life is good.
A word about the music I am listening to. I say this with a complete lack of self-consciousness: I am a Rahman Freak! Nothing in the world comes close to explaining this feeling I have right now…I am listening to one of His songs ( and it’s not even one of the best works). I am at peace. The music flows. it really does. The instruments seem to shimmer over the general body of the song…half of the instruments I can’t even figure out…starts off with a voice and a sample of a female hum. handclaps. tinkles. a percussion beat ( some indian instrument at intervals, the way he uses it with the handclaps is ….oh my god, i am gushing and i can’t help it)
What wouldn’t I give to be able to reproduce the song in any form….
but no, NOBODY can do that…..
You don’t reproduce a Rahman song.
My God, it’s all SO complicated. How does he know that the tablas come here? And the trumpet should only play on the left channel for this much time, and the flute should go by with a few notes at this time? This is crazy! I lose heart trying to create a simple drum-sample, and this guy actually does it with ALL his songs!

I guess I am repeating myself. Can’t help it. His music does this to me. And it does this everytime.

Isn’t it great fighting with someone and making up? The fighting part may not be too great, but it sure is fun! :-) And the making-up part of course, makes you feel all gooshy inside.
(NB: gooshy: warm, like molten chocolate trickling slowly through your tongue…)

I have missed three ive concerts in a row, and all three being good artistes. Colonial cousins, inspite of the fact that I got VIP tickets for free. Trilok Gurtu, again free. And Taufiq Qureshi/Shankar Mahadevan/Louis Banks, at IIM-B. Ditched all three because I was quizzing. Am I sane or not?

I decided not to go to Guwahati after all. Not in February. Maybe after April, after her exams get over.

I have a feeling I am gonna ditch the ARR concert too. Especially if it’s held at a place like Gachibowli – really, the whole fuss about spending money on an auto and geting there, and wading through morons who are there to listen to phillum music makes things bad. Plus, the dreaded “post-live-concert-blues”….i still can’t listen to Pachhai Nirame without mentally kicking myself for not doing it on stage when I could have.
Shit, man…
But, no, we normally screwed songs anyway, so better thinking about how good it might have been, rather than actually having done it. :-)

But I miss my keyboard, and I miss the Club, so there.

But I am happy. :-)