music

aural voyeurism

Muxtape is “a simple way to create and share mp3 mixtapes”. Reminds me of Webjay.

Mixtapes are public, and it’s interesting to look into people’s collections and stumble upon some rather wonderful pieces of music (this has a cost though; some of the japanese midi electronica was jarring).

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listening to

Two tracks in my head right now: Asturias, by Robert Fripp and Glide by Phish.

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a voice of four octaves

Anuj introduced me to the late Jeff Buckley — this was the first time I heard a firang doing a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan cover, that too with a Telecaster. I really liked these words by him:

There was a time in my life not too long ago when I could show up in a cafe and simply do what I do, make music, learn from performing my music, explore what it means to me, i.e. have fun while I irritate and/or entertain an audience who don’t know me or what I am about. In this situation I have that precious and irreplaceable luxury of failure, of risk, of surrender. I worked very hard to get this kind of thing together, this work forum. I loved it and then I missed it when it disappeared. All I am doing is reclaiming it.

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A review of the Live8 concerts

I watched it live on VH1, I almost totally agree with Calum’s thoughts.

Remedy for the forgotten generation

Rahul writes about the absence of an entire period of music from public radio:

So the teenyboppers have their Casio tunes, and our parents have Mohammad Rafi. Nothing for us. I think I belong to Bombay radio’s forgotten generation.

Rahul, you’re in Mumbai, where Go 92.5 exists — probably the only channel in India that played music I could tolerate. I’m not sure if they’ve changed their programming or target demographic since, but I really had withdrawal symptoms when I left Mumbai a couple of months back. Imagine yourself in Delhi — where you have the option of factory-processed hindi music on RadioCity, chirpy and mast hindi music on Radio Mirchi, or casual hindi music on Red FM.

Of course, Delhi does have a glimmer of hope in AIR‘s FM Rainbow which does play classics, but most of the Radio Jockeying would make even a six year old with speech impediments cringe.

While it seems Bangalore too has AIR FM Rainbow, the only thing people listen to here is the schizophrenic Radiocity 91, which has English-speaking RJs(Radio Jockeys) playing Hindi songs interspersed with Kannada advertisements. Not quite the thing for me, ya know.

My night in shining armor, comes galloping from the United Kingdom via the Internet: Virgin Radio UK generously provides Shoutcast streams that are make up most of my daily listening. Shoutcast is seriously a great source of free music; there are so many supercool radio stations; especially niche ones that cater to very specific audiences, like GothMetal Radio for all the pretty men and women wearing black mascara, for example. Plus Shoutcast is free. As opposed to WorldSpace, which is very nice, but costs a little more than free.

Nash Kato - Zooey Suicide

I had once spent 4 hours absent mindedly listening to this in a loop.

nice song

From MonoPuff “Don’t I have the right”, (via Aaron):

You sure weren’t rich
Didn’t live in the city
Didn’t whisper sweet nothings
Never told me I’m pretty

You sure weren’t perfect
What’s perfect these days?
But you left me
Now I’m destroyed

You cheated at cards
And lied when you hung out
In bars making time
With those girls you called old pals

I cried when you left me,
Now I’m wondering when
You’ll make it all up to me?

Don’t I have the right
To be over you yet?
I’ve tried pretending
I tried to forget

Though it’s past three AM
I would still let you in
‘cause I can’t go on dreaming alone

I work at my desk
And stare at the letter
And think of the first one
That you never answered

Pour milk in my coffee
And watch it explode
And know that you’re doing the same

Don’t I have the right
To be over this fling?
You once said you loved me
We talked about rings
I would try someone new
If that someone would love me
The way you did

Don’t I have the right to be loved?
To be loved
To be loved

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