Posts from the music category.
Metal belongs to its fans, its people. And no one else, emphatically no one else, gets a say. Thats not to say that there arent people who are musically qualified to speak on this. But they would ultimately bear testament to the power of the riff. The tribe speaketh.
Was listening to Bandeh by Indian ocean and sent these lines to a friendये अंधी चोट तेरीकभी की सूख जातीमगर अब पक चलेगीShe asked AI to interpret it. AI embelished. AI pandered. AI faltered. AI can’t interpret your lived experiences. How would someone, who gave everything to their dream job feel if they lost parts of their life they would never get back?This way. ये अंधी चोट तेरीकभी की सूख जातीमगर अ...
As a metalhead from India, finding good Indian metal bands, nascent or weather worn, got easier for me. Thanks to this channel. May the metal grow. Especially as the elements that fuel metal have been growing uncontrollably.
Years ago i attended a college cultural fest where an artist and a dancer collaborated on creating art works to the tune of a music piece. I leave it to your imagination on how it transpires.Well, a thunderstorm does much the same thing really.
Reading a short story and flashing to a Zakir Hussain tabla solo require a lot of dots and a strenuous explanation to string them. thankfully the brain doesnt obey straight lines, nor logical decision making. Any excuse to listen to Ustad ji’s solos or his work with Shakti is good enough.
It is a story (1970s-Eastern India) of two girls from different backgrounds who gradually become close friends. Over time, fate takes them to different places and they lose contact as the distance between them grows. Yet when they eventually meet again, it feels as if nothing has changed.The diversity of their backgrounds is presented subtly through food, music, and language. These elements show h...
Some books announce themselves loudly. They clear their throat, adjust their spectacles, and declare, “I have something important to say.”The Daughters of Shantiniketan doesn’t do that.It sits beside you quietly, like someone at a café who doesn’t interrupt your thoughts — until, suddenly, you realise they know exactly what you’ve been thinking all along.I began this novel expecting a family saga ...
Streaming can tie a boulder to itself and jump into the Atlantic. Streaming platforms made music available - and what did Napster / Limewire / DC++ do? Napster was villified - it stole from artists. And what does Spotify / Tidal / Deezer et al do exactly?At least DC++ never told me that a certain album was not available in my country. Or that the sampling rate would change mid listen. Or Ads. Dear...
I still remember the first time I heard Piyush Mishra live — his words flowing like a river that refuses to be dammed, each syllable carrying the weight of years, pain, joy, and unrestrained passion. The air itself seemed to hum with his energy, each note and gesture leaving invisible ripples that lingered long after the applause. Holding Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai now, I realize reading this book is l...
Sometimes a piece of music, something that you love dearly but just haven’t heard in a while comes on. And it puts a smile on your face. The playlist while waiting for Ne Obliviscaris (another band I adore) to get on stage for their set went from one gem to another. And then we were reminded of this piece of art and the genius that was taken from us too soon. Never got to see Cynic live and witnes...