Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Back to the cradle
In the city’s warmest day
of tar fueled sunlight,
a breath of rain
I give to you today.
What else could I give?
Them old rallies,
the rows of them old trams,
the balloon store on the sidewalk
whose thread knotted reds & whites
are my discordant city’s Rhododendron
I give to you today.
What else is there in the late night neon lights,
that illuminate these restaurants.
The highest roof of the tallest building
I give to you today.
I cannot give
the smell of grass, flowers and rice fields,
two palmfuls of softness.
Instead the silent reassurance of the
slightly leaking burnt diesel,
I give to you today.
All the images of the city’s verse
I give to you today.
[I give to you today] x 3
Original Lyrics by the Late Gautam Chattopadhyay
Monday, February 8, 2010
Thats it.
Watched Ishqiya yesterday. Good entertainment. Which brings us to our hottie of the month. Ms. Hottie, February 2009.

Vidya Balan (courtesy thebollywoodzone.com)
I think my last claim of having a hottie every month was too ambitious, cause well there aren't that many hotties around. Also its easier to wait for one to pop up in your imagination instead of seeking one out. Yes I'm terminally lazy.
Also a personal request to all those who know people working at law firms. Please be kind to them. Their work is shit. In some rare cases the pay even shittier, but the shittiest of it all is the life they lead/are expected to lead. Whats worse (if it can get any worse) is that they don't realise it and take themselves so seriously. So please be kind when you meet one. Feed it, clothe it and give it some love.
Watched Cadillac Records last Saturday evening and man can this guy sing (Some may recall him as the African dictator in Lord of War). He does a cover of Smokestack Lightnin' for the film where he plays Howlin' Wolf. Absolutely mindblowing.
Anyone wants to buy me the Double Disk Deluxe Edition of the film soundtrack? Anyone?!? I work in a law firm, you know.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Guitar God of another kind
It is the Gibson Les Paul.
RIP.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
If you were my guitar...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Portrait of the man who killed God
In November, 1942; a seventeen year old black girl - Lucille - gave birth to baby Johnny Allen. He was the second physically able child his mother would give birth to. His brother Joseph and sister Pamela were born with physical disabilities and were given up for state care at an early age. His other sister Kathy was born blind and was subsequently given up for adoption.
The boy’s father served in the army and was not around during his early childhood. However, after his release from service he collected his son and changed his name to James Marshall. Thus the boy got his name.
James got a guitar for $5 at age 15, around the time his mum was dying, and started playing. With no formal training he picked up licks and riffs by watching others play or by the ear. At 17 he had his first electric guitar, a gift from his father. This was 1959, and Blues artistes such as Muddy Waters and BB King were all over the radios doing exciting new work with the blues scale on the electric guitar, lending the traditional notes born in the swamps of the Mississipi river or the back-alleys of Chicago, a more refined commercially viable sound. Jimmy Rodgers, who played guitar for an upcoming Muddy Waters, and BB King were the earliest inspirations to young James. He tried playing for local bands, but as it were, his style and manner was ‘too loud’ and he often got himself kicked out at the auditions itself. However, he did play a while in a band called The Velvetones, who did local gigs for free.
It was however in the early 60s - after he joined the army to escape a rap for stealing cars - that James Marshall took to the electric guitar with a sincerity and passion that would lead him to experiment for hours with feedbacks and distortions, his mastery over which eventually created the legend who was just being toilet-trained as of now.
Whilst in the Army, he also became friends with bassist Billy Cox with whom he’d perform random gigs under the name The King Kasuals.
The discharge from the Army came sooner than expected after his commanding officer caught James sleeping with his guitar. So off went The Kings Kasuals, James and buddy Billy, down south to Tennessee where they would scratch out a living by performing gigs with various artists on the infamous Chitlin Circuit. It is here that James learnt to play with his teeth, cause well that’s what most artists did there. It has been said that on the streets of Chitlin everyone had something to show. Something to enchant you with, cause if they didn’t they would starve. It is here that James Marshall learnt the thrill of winning crowds by shocking them with what he could do. Or rather, by what was possible to be done. The highlight of his career here was touring with Little Richard as a back up guitar player. Little Richard was a big influence on a struggling James. He showed him how to be freaky and still woo large audiences. The gigs with Little Richard were the largest ones James had played till date. He would later go on to say that he wanted to do with his guitar, what Richard did with his voice.
Some months later James Marshall was to be found in New York, in Greenwich Village. No one exactly knows what happened. Some say Little Richard fired him, some say he missed the tour bus, and some say he never wanted to get on it in the first place. Either ways James Marshall was spotted in New York in early 1965. It is here that he would be introduced to the works of one of America’s greatest songwriters.
Bob Dylan had just released Highway 61 Revisited. Worst of all, blasphemies of blasphemies, Dylan had gone Electric!
Now this was a big deal back then. Bob Dylan was an American folk hero. He was to herald the Peace Movement to draw the Government out of THE WAR. And now he just stabs everyone in the back, or maybe shows everyone what it was really about, with the opening track of the album - Like a rolling stone - often considered in retrospect to be one of the pivotal works in Rock n’ Roll history.
It was Dylan’s first studio album with a full-fledged electric set and a back-up band. He was “Judas” to some, and “genius” to others. The point being however, that he was the man everyone was talking about, atleast in New York.
James Marshall was completely enamoured by what he heard of Dylan. Also till date James had experimented a lot with his guitar and amplifiers; however, he hadn’t dared to sing. He hadn’t ever considered himself a worthy singer. When he heard Dylan, for the first time he realized that “if this guy can sing, so can I”. Hence James started singing alongside playing the guitar.
Meanwhile across the Atlantic, in good ol’ England, a bunch of British kids from industrial counties such as Manchester, Liverpool and London, had taken to the sound of the Mississipi Delta and had made it their own in ways that would’ve been unimaginable to a traditional blues artist. As a result they were selling records not only in their country, but also in the intellectual East Coast of America. Bands like The Animals, The Rolling Stones, The Yardbirds, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, and probably the most significant of them all…Cream; were part of what came to be known as The First British Invasion of America. Immensely popular both at home and abroad, these bands gained a formidable reputation for their live performances, presenting the blues in a manner unheard before. Much like what James was trying to do in America, in vain. Now in New York he found records of people like Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck who were creating sounds with feedbacks and distortions much like himself.
He felt like his ‘real friends were miles away across the ocean’. And he hadn’t even met them.
Chapter II : Bold as Love
Early in 1965 The Animals would split up leaving bass guitarist – Chas Chandler – looking out for new talent to manage. Mr. Chandler was looking for an artist cover an old blues number called ‘Hey Joe’ when he walked into a bar in New York and saw a black left handed guitarist present a dark and serene cover of the same song. On asking he learnt that the guy called himself Jimi. Jimi Hendrix.
Chandler would go on to become Jimi’s manager. He knew that the New York scene wasn’t ready for Hendrix’s guitar work yet. In fact there was no market anywhere in America for the kind of electric blues that Jimi was dishing out.
He offered to take Jimi to England. Get him a band, and cut him a record. Chandler recalls Jimi’s one and only query; “Could you introduce me to Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck?”
So in early 1966, after being in New York for less than a year, Jimi Hendrix left for London.
Barely a week in London and Chandler decided to take Jimi to a Cream concert. Chandler, having been part of a high billing act, knew most of the who’s-whos of London’s music underground. Clapton was a personal friend of his, and he was to introduce Jimi at the end of the show. But rarely could anyone, anyone human, ever stick to plans made with Jimi Hendrix.
It is worthy of mention that Cream were regarded as ‘The Royalty’ of the British blues scene, with lead guitarist Eric Clapton being unofficially referred to as God amongst their fans. Most critics and journalists recall that at Cream shows, the entire hall would shut up if any of the Cream members did so much as even whisper. That was the kind of aura surrounding the band when Jimi came in.
Sometime into the performance, the audience received their first shock of the evening. A tall thin black man got onto stage and asked to jam with Cream. This is something no one had ever done or would do. If you were in England in 1966 and you liked the blues, you were definitely and utterly in awe and devoted to a band called Cream. You don’t comment on Cream, you don’t touch Cream, and hell! you definitely don’t get on their stage uninvited and ask to jam with them.
Fortunately the members of Cream were not as arrogant as they presented themselves to be, and so they agreed to jam. Jimi Hendrix, after having been in London for 5 days, was on stage to jam with the biggest electric blues band in the history of blues.
Jack Bruce would, in a television interview, later wonder as to why ‘I did not kill Jimi when he came onstage, cause he plugged his guitar into my bass amp’.
And then came the shock of a lifetime. Jimi blurted out the chords to Killing Floor on his guitar with Clapton struggling to follow. Journalists present at the gig recall Clapton’s hands dropping off his guitar and him standing there for a while before dropping his guitar and walking offstage, leaving an unaware Hendrix still playing onstage.
Chaz Chandler would run backstage to find Clapton struggling to light a cigarette with shaky hands. Clapton’s only reaction was “is he really that good?”
People leaving the concert, not knowing Jimi’s name yet, started whispering about a black left handed guitarist from America who had just killed God!
Jimi Hendrix had officially arrived at the scene.
Jimi Hendrix would go on to form The Jimi Hendrix Experience under Chandler’s guidance, with British musicians Noel Redding on bass and Mitch Mitchell on drums. Within 6 months of arriving in London, he was the most sought after and billed live act in England. Not only did he draw large crowds for his gigs, but also caught the imagination of most of his peers. A rock critic noted that, ‘if you been to a Hendrix gig in England, chances are you’d run into someone like Townsend, Jeff Beck or maybe one of the lads from Cream on your way out’. The aristocracy of British music was in love with him.
He was hailed as the fastest rising star on the horizon, and at the 1967 Monterrey Pop Festival his coronation as the most talented live act in the world was complete. The Who and Jimi, both known for their wild and out-of-control live performances were to share the stage together for the first time. Both had a healthy respect for the other and neither wanted to follow the other on stage. The stalemate led to a toss between Jimi and Pete Townsend, the latter won. Thus Jimi was to follow The Who. The Who would go on to deliver one of their trademark outrageous performances.
But Jimi Hendrix was not to be outdone by mere luck. That night Hendrix audaciously became the first artist to cover Like a rolling stone, a song considered so hallowed in the music business that no one had dared to touch it yet. He would then go on to burn his guitar onstage shocking the near 20,000 strong audience.

The power of the same performance would lead Roger Daltrey of The Who to comment “only Jimi could’ve followed The Who that night”.
Later that year, at his last performance in London before returning to America, Jimi would go on to cover Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, the title track from the Beatles album that was released just 2 days before the scheduled gig. Most of the British audience present hadn’t heard the song yet.
Noel Redding remembers being too stunned to walk out on stage when Jimi had informed him of his choice for the opening track of the gig, just minutes before they were due onstage. Further Paul McCartney and George Harrision were present in the audience amongst other British rock glitterati.
They pulled it off much to McCartney’s delight and to the relief of the rest of The Experience.
That year they released their first album Are You Experienced? in UK, and it reached #2 on the UK charts second only to Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles.
Chapter III : Electric Ladyland
Jimi Hendrix was found dead at a hotel in London in September, 1970.
Before his death he had returned home to a frenzy of fans and urban legends about him. America had discovered one of its greatest sons by words and reviews heard from across the Atlantic. His arrival was closely anticipated and watched. In the next 3 years he would go on to record two more albums with The Experience before Noel Redding quit the band. Mitch Mitchell stuck on with Hendrix for a few live projects before Hendrix joined forces with his old friend Billy Cox on bass, and drummer Buddy Miles to form The Band of Gypsys. They released Hendrix’s only complete official live LP.
A few months later Jimi was reunited with The Experience in what was to be his last tour with the band.
After his death, multitudes of artists – blues and otherwise – have come and gone working with the effects and chord structures used by Jimi. It was like Jimi Hendrix had taken the language of the blues and come up with his very own dialect. Peers such as Jeff Beck would later comment on the body of music left behind saying, “By the time he (Jimi) was done, it was like there was nothing left to do…He did all that we were trying to achieve, but what he did we never could have done…you know being white and British, it was impossible for me”.
Jack Bruce while commenting on Eric Clapton and Hendrix, once said “when I first saw Eric I said to myself, now here is a master guitar player…but Jimi…now Jimi was more like a force of nature”.
Personally I believe Jimi Hendrix’s music was a chaotic mix of oneself looking at one’s present through the eyes of another culture and somehow trying to align that to one’s own culture within the existing social structures; thereby giving birth to a most potent, self destructive form of madness that was to eventually consume its own source. With Jimi Hendrix, the blues had come a full circle from the backwaters of Mississipi to the shores of the Thames and riches of Europe, only to be thrust back into the hands of a left handed African-American guitar player.

James Marshall Hendrix, RIP.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Of Heroines

Grace Slick had once tried to put LSD into Richard Nixon's tea. Seriously. Further, in a 1969 Dick Cavett Show performance, she became the first person to say "motherfucker" on live television during a performance of "We Can Be Together" with the rest of Jefferson Airplane.
In 1971 she fought with her lead guitarist Jorma Kaukonen and challenged him to a race which ended in her crashing her car into the side of the Golden Gate Bridge. She sufferred a concussion and later wrote a song about it. Jorma and Grace remain friends till date. She's also been arrested several times for the crime of - as she believes - Talking Under Influence; the official records reflect arrests on charges of Driving Under Influence. She was well known for her sharp tongue.
To provide context the song was recorded by her in the album 'Cheap Thrills' in 1968 and contains the lines "Oh, Your daddy's rich; And your mamma's good lookin', So hush little baby don't you cry".
Pardon my sexist remark but I feel these women had balls. Metaphorically ofcourse. Maybe thats why I admire them so much. Cheers.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Old City & Hariprasad Chaurasia
My friend and I reached Chowhalla Palace in time for the concert. We didn't have passes though. That however didn't seem to be a problem as most of the invitees seemed to have an excess of passes. Two such passing families provided us with our invitations. I must say I was a little apprehensive entering the Palace. Most guests had arrived in exquisite suits and sarees and in Mercs and Hondas. We on the other hand had walked 2 kms from the nearest bus-stop in dirty shirts, jeans and slippers. We were still allowed in without any fuss.
Pandit Chaurasia's performance turned out to be mindblowing. I had never experienced Indian Classical music before and even the atmosphere in the lawn surrounding the stage, where the audience were seated, was that of an utter ease and relaxation that I had never experienced earlier. Completely different from all live acts I've seen. You could see elderly couples shaking their heads vigorously to the taal and hold hands, and groove - if I may say so - to the music. The tightness of the performers on stage too was that of a different league. I was most impressed by the Pandit's tabla accompanist. He was like a raging demon, bellowing a throbbing and ebbing beat of chaos swirling around the stage, controlled by what seemed like a string composed of sound from Panditji's flute situated at its focal point. At its heart. Such sweetness juggling what seemed like an uncontrollable yet measured barrage of beats. I found it oddly disturbing yet exhilarating.
Pandit Chaurasia also seemed to have a keen sense of humour when he expressed his wariness about eating into the time allotted to the fiesty danceuse whose performanec was to follow his, upon him being requested an encore. "She' from Delhi....Maaan Singh (arms raised in animation)...thats why I'm scared you see". He finally relented to the audience's request saying "I'll play you a little peice of...uh umm...anything", then promptly proceeding to pick up his flute and sway away one last time. Stud.
I also realised that dances are used to tell stories. Atleast can be. I had never witnessed a Classical Dance performance before, nor have I ever felt that I could actually 'understand' it. But on observing carefully, the first dance the maestro performed, seemed to me like an invocation of the different incarnations of the Goddess Parvati. The first one was Durga slaying the demon Mahishashur - this was easy, the accompanying vocalist repeated sholkas mentioning both Durga and Mahishashur - I could further make out other similar emulations of the Goddesses Kali, Bhabani, and Devi Bhubaneshwari.
However I soon got bored and left at the commencement of the second dance.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Longest Comment Ever!!
Atul Vishwanathan said...
Hey, very nice and informative.. (seemingly professional too.. heh heh). I had a similar history as yours till the pseudorocker part... all of my co-pseudorockers then shifted to the blues.. i just couldn't. The music was boring and culturally not appealing. I am not saying rock was, but at least i thought it was. This, I couldn't even do that. To tell you the truth, I began feeling far removed ever since I started listening to Indian Ocean. That was because those guys sang in a language I didn't know, but still appealed. (Maybe it's the same with you for blues.) But ever since, music has lost meaning to me. As in, I can enjoy any music now simply as a break from routine. Entertainment and that's all. It never was (I thought it was) or will be a part of my routine.
Anyhow, please help me put a few things into perspective here:
1. You say Eric and the blues helped you be who you are and how you behave. I don't understand the direct link between the two. Can you please give an instance or otherwise clarify.
2. Do you play an instrument? Do you wish to?
3. There are thousands of people in India and elsewhere who have never been exposed to rock or blues. Do you think they are missing something? Do you think they would appreciate it if they heard it? Will American kids ever be as enthusiastic about rajasthani music as kids here are about their kind of music?
Sorry for this diatribe. I am not sure if this is the right medium for this discussion. But what the fuck...
Firstly this is a medium where anything goes, so well thank god for diatribes and for comments turned into posts. Now to answer them questions raised,
The blues however is a different story. If Rock music reminds one of one's mortality, then blues reminds one what it is like to be alive. The blues wanst to live. Despite having them blues. The blues keeps life simple, something you'll always understand. And it don't make no pretence of upholding any morality. The blues only deals with humanity and human reactions, right or wrong, they're still human and are worth singing and cherishing. And the simplicity is always welcome, especially when the world goes so complex on you. For example, BB King's "Get out of my life woman, you don't love me no more"; or Muddy Waters "Got my mojo workin' but it just don't work on you"; or "I'm going down to shoot my old lady, you know I've caught her messin' around with another man" from Hey Joe by Billy Roberts (famously covered by Jimi Hendrix). The blues, like I said, keeps it simple and accepts imperfections of the human condition whole heartedly upto the point of making it sound cool. Fucking cool. I like that.
I've stopped trying to do things right or even trying to make myself perfect in the eyes of others. The blues made me realise the futility of the same. I am what I am, Thank God. Jimi Hendrix said that. I've finally learnt to live like that. Thanks to the blues.
2. I 've been formally trained to play the violin - Western Classical - upto Grade 5. I've also cleared upto Grade 4 of music theory. However, playing the violin was like doing homework. I never really appreciated the music. I've always fancied playing the bass though. Jack Bruce (Cream), Leo Lyons (Ten Years After) and Jon Paul Jones (Led Zep) are my heroes in this regard.
On whether Rajasthani kids would appreciate American music; well maybe, maybe not. That really depends on the kid now, doesn't it? I appreciate music in the English language, cause well having been brought up in an English medium school since childhood, I'm most comfortable thinking in English. In fact for my vernacular exams, I used to think in English and translate the same into Bong/Hindi. So like that.
Have I answered all questions succintly? I know I have tried. Thank you for the comment. I'm glad I could arouse someone's curiosity for the blues. Please go ahead and ask for further clarfications. I would be only too glad to provide answers to the same the best I can. Cheers.
*If I maybe permitted, I'd like to make an addition to the answer to Q1. I was thinking about it, and I realised that I forgot to talk about my passion for travelling. I like to travel, and it is something I picked up round about the same time I started listening to the blues. Blues lyrics are traditionally characterised highways and railroads and cheap liquor places. All that is my kind of scene. I like travelling, mostly by inter-state public road transport. I live and eat cheap, travel and get high more. Also I find this kind of peace within me and without, both when I travel and when I listen to the blues. I guess I don't travel to beat the blues, I travel cause I got the blues. I said that. heh.
**Also worth mentioning is that I have no intentions of being a professional and hence don't write professionally. But coming from a professional, I'll take you comments as a compliment. So Thank You.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Of Discovery, Religion & God

Recently I came across an interview of Clapton's from 1974 that revealed another side to the man who was once touted all over the Islington subways as God. A side that got me interested in his life and career. A side that showed me an emotional, honest, passionated and maybe slightly daft guy who was aware of the tremendous talent bestowed upon him by the heavens, and who understood its value enough to have still kept himself alive. Something that most of his contemporaries and even guitarists after him haven't been able to do.
Personally I feel they were the most creative and individually talented outfit of musicians to have ever come together. In the long run their onstage talent was probably rivalled only by Led Zeppelin, and their creativity by Jethro Tull. Still the work they did in the 4 albums remains unparralled in my opinion. Especially their live recordings. I also possess a 4 cd Cream Compilation (Those Were The Days) of which 2 consist their live recordings. I think the stuff they have on those 2 cds, should be made a compulsory part of music lessons in every high school that imparts music lessons (mine did...they never played us Cream though, fucking idiots).







