Anyone seen Bender

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2006-04-19T01:17:00.000-07:00

pervasive textures
delineate cold afternoons,
azure shades,
smiling slanted sun rays.
woven by a bow on a six string,
baritone notes,
antediluvian synth -
billowing from a run down
swimming pool fixed with
cozy cushions, cardboarded walls,
mic stands,mixing consoles.
artic vocals,
words with no meaning
interpret surreal landscapes.
eighteen minutes before sunrise,
it is….
Takk.

2006-03-14T00:03:00.000-08:00

An indulgent bachanallian weekend, violet somnambulant Nights, trelawny’s tea leaves, docile arpeggios and an uber cool hopelandic tongue;Sigur-Ros.
broken headphones;self chosen indolence.

Post-rock!

disremember

2006-01-04T22:56:00.000-08:00

I want to disremember
the voices
onafunky trail.

2005-09-22T22:57:00.000-07:00

Rock journalism is about people who cant write, interviewing people who can't talk, for people who can't read.
- Frank Zappa

2005-09-19T04:59:00.000-07:00

do you feel the pain,
whilst you are not in the game?
a vicious pain seeps through
overwhelming gradually.
its hard to stay behind
and yet acknowledge smiles
when you are left out.
hear a free verse within....
there is light at the end of the tunnel
godspeed

2005-09-16T04:02:00.000-07:00

I am runnin' out of time
I raise the preamp to 12 db
hear the high hat dwindle
there is a drop.
Open the tequila quart
as the riff plays on
and on
feel the skies fly sideways
Dulcet noise?
Vertigo,you mean?
Ill sleep now pretty child

2005-09-09T03:46:00.000-07:00

afraid to drop a fix
getafix
blotter art is what i checked
yet i want to see
the maroon gray
the curved "T"
the quaint E minor -
suspended in the air.
call it surreal
but tell me
where is the dealer

2005-09-01T23:48:00.000-07:00

and why can't you accept
the past is what you leave behind
scattered lies,deceived emotions
random verses in profusion
endure the cold
smear the reminiscence
hush,saunter.
an intense phase
t' was.
.
sing
now

I am I Know

2005-08-19T04:08:00.000-07:00

Black the sky, weapons fly Lay them waste for your race

Break on Through....

2005-07-20T03:13:00.000-07:00

The Doors Binge has revived....

Glue Bay

2005-07-17T22:58:00.000-07:00

It was a while since I woke up to a tequila sunrise!The sojourn to Madras this weekend kindled the cause.
Blue Bay was it! Like all saturdays,This parameter called Spirit Inflow Which is directly proportional to this other parameter called "Moolah" was at dangerous levels,well Wots uh.... the deal?
For a change, I danced all through the night/morning.There was this track called "Thee Pidika Thee Pidika" that was spun in between, found it kinda groovy or was it the alcohol?Downloaded this track the first thing when I reached work today!
Yeah, Piracy Kills! Yaaaaawn, What's New....
Partying by the shore is addictive.Seeya Madras in a few days :-)

And transfer the currency bugger, I am Broke

Take me to the next Whiskey Bar

2005-07-12T23:48:00.000-07:00

Chow Mow

2005-07-12T00:16:00.000-07:00

I am down with fever,yet had to reach work.My Manager suddenly decided to overwhelm me with more responsiblities.Darn

Whirlwind of memories and a few tears made me realise probably this is the way someone wanted things to be....

I am too tired,got a splitting headache - had this been old times, "Lokey,I am going to take you to a doc this weekend" would have been the SMS.

Miss you

P.S. You still havent got this tattoo done!

Un Lecon Pour Loose

2005-07-11T03:52:00.000-07:00

The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd at Live 8

2005-07-04T03:32:00.000-07:00

3rd July 2005 - 21.00 Hours - "Moments after Dinner"

"Whoooo You are....Whooo.Whooo.." was playing on VH1 last night, I was forced to ingrain a few lessons to my bro who had no clue about the set of aging,bald musicians jamming wax eloquent.Pete Townshend was shredding....
The bus back to bangalore was scheduled to depart in an hour, it was a rude shock to digest the fact that I was actually going to miss the big Pink Floyd reunion for the second time in two straight days!

4th July 2005 : 5.45 Hours - Near BTM Water Tank

The rickety ride ended with a pan chewing auto wallah cheating the daylight out of us in twilight,As my friend uttered a few rather very foul mouthed curses at the rik-prick, We tottered on with our heavily laden "just-washed-after-two-months-clothes" consignments. Bachelor Life. Bleh!

4th July 2005 - 10.00 Hours - At a place devoid of human civilization,White Field,to be more precise - Office

My cappucino gave me company as I settled down for the morning.Just then, a spam mail caught my attention when I was perusing my inbox.This was the first unsolicited mail that I actually bothered to read,followed it up with a jump of joy in the middle of work,as I noticed my manager's not so amused askance. Got my hands on a link from where I could download Pink Floyd (Read : Waters on the Bass) at Live 8 :-))))

The broadbanded kicked in! The 70 MB thunk was replete with my excitement more than anything! I had the gear ready - A broken,one ear deaf headphone, Nullsoft DSP patch that enhances the bass and treble levels, with a noise suppressing notch filter mechanism and one-click controls that cheats unsuspecting users about converting stereo into 2.1 surround on a single broken headphone? muahahahaha. You dont need to go to SAE for that, or dont they teach anything more than this? ;-)

"Ive been mad for fucking years,Ive been mad for fucking years, I ve always been mad......" swept spirals into my ears! This voice sample is by far the most psychedelic orginial and subtle piece to kick start this spacy flowing creation as Gilmour went into "Breathe". This time, It wasnt a Gilmour Signature Red fender,usurped by a Black alternative ,The sound however belonged to the same surreal dulcet spectrum.It was Breathe - Reprise that followed.

Roger Waters Slapped the "G" notes to talk about a little fable about Man & Commercialism. Money... It was. It was an energy packed tight performance. As always, The visuals were stippled and Floyd-ish.This bunch almost made me forget for a fact that they were edging near sixty and yet displayed the power and enthusiasm as they did when they sang "You'll never walk alone" at Anfield,liverpool amidst the loud ruffian bachanallian revelry back in the 60s et 70s.

" It is quite emotional to be back with these three guys after so long..... Anyways this is for everyone who are not here and particularly ofcourse to Syd". I was overwhelmed when Roger uttered these verses. For the obedient disciple of Pink Floyd I was, Couldnt help but Wept tears of Joy! Disregarding all the ego trips Waters developed, I had to accept the fact that this 60 year old bloke was the best frontman I had ever seen! No Power chords,No Goth-influences,No cleavage showing subjects,No Fireworks, Just soothing mellow music with slick verses, This guy had the charm,vibes and the charisma to drive a million odd crowd to sing along.It was "Wish you were here" a tribute to the Crazy Diamond - Lost in time and a meaningless pursuit of the true science of art.

A Roger Waters show would never end without a masterpiece from the War inspired concept Album - "The Wall".Track 6, Cd - 2, Comfortably Numb!By this time, I had completely forgotten that I was fettered by corporate rules and guidelines.The volume level in my headphones touched the crest of the analog wave.The quartret was back.The amplifiers generated a hundred thousand watt output! As Faraday or Newton (Bleh) put it "Energy can be neither created nor destroyed. It can only be transformed from one form to another",The sound transformed into a blanket of cheerful vibe and happy smiles :-)It turned euphoric when Waters (of all people...Duh) initiated a group hug.This was the best way to kick start another mundane day at work.Considering that I am penning this now, despite the necessity to turn in deliverables at the end of day defines my exaggerated well-being at this moment! But slowly, I will tread back the path towards the commerical vanguards. Welcome to the Machine....

Shine On....

Fighting the Stick

2005-06-29T22:55:00.000-07:00

Yay! One day finally tottered its way to dawn without a teeny-weeny "classic milds" playing the protagonist in any of the "Post-Breakfast" ,"Post Breakfast-Just Before Lunch" , "Post-lunch", "Post Lunch & well before dinner" & finally the "Post-Dinner" sessions!
But for how long will this hiatus last? muahahahahahahahhaha

Then, I was lost in Oblivion - Dark and Silent and Complete

2005-06-29T21:55:00.000-07:00

This is my vacation....

I want to break free....

2005-06-26T22:26:00.000-07:00

I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You’re so self satisfied I don’t need you
I’ve got to break free....

Dave Matthews Band - Ants Marching

2005-06-13T20:57:00.000-07:00

A sense of unfathomable cheerfulness creeps into my oxygen deprived grey cells,when my winamp shows blaring signs of this awesome number. Not sure if my work profile is that depressing but certainly this is one "I-cant-dance-for-nuts-but-lets-salsa" type tracks by this awesome frigging set of "not-exactly-jazz-but-will-get-there-soon" musicians from Charlottesville,USA. For the Uninitiated, they are better known as The Dave Matthews Band :-)

This track exemplifes the time signatures that their Drummer - Carter Beauford feeds in and undeniably his flawless time keeping.The bass prodigy - stefan lassard's improvising fingerworks on the bass frets go second with second with the snare and high-hat thumps by carter.Dave matthew' rhythms points more towards the groovy end with complex chord structures producing slick and crisp tones.The violin and the sax layers well into the rhythm giving this jumpy feel to this awesome number!

Have a nice listen while I go Under the table and dreaming

Alan Parsons Project - I Robot

2005-06-09T21:06:00.000-07:00

"Several Species of Small Furry Animals gathered together in a small cave and grooving with a pict" - If at all this almost-gibberish (yet profound phrase - watch Live at Pompeii,you'll know) phrase strikes a chord,I will save my energy explaining How one certain Alan....Parsons I mean.... crept into Abbey Road studios,London and showed a thing or two about how VC3 and Tape effects can stimulate a surreal spacy melachonlic tone to the powerful verses of Roger Waters making "Dark side of the moon" an epic master piece.

Right from the snazzy hip indoor lounge bars at Ibzia to the moonlight-HeavySkies-around-the-fire-dropping-acid-hippie rituals in the pristine beaches of Goa,This unique sound continues to rewind and forward, evoking livid non-staid memories till date!

I get the hint..Ill quit digressing and take you from the "Dope-Never been so easy, Sex- Never been that Free" 70s to a time when A.P thought of "I Robot" as a title for his track!

ELongating swiftly spreading deep synths emerge juxtaposed with a faint cry catching up loud as the rhythm builds up a spacy pattern.The trip builds up time tight with a 4*4 kicking in. The ambience turns to mellow and scary when a droning electronic bass slaps repetitively with a crunchy guitar riff dominating the mid frequency.This early psychedelic piece is replete with distant gong sounds and another array of human voices.

Each work of Alan parsons is circled around redefining psychedelia with new sounds,emerging trends ,changing times and the advent of electronica!Psychedelic et wacky, you may wonder why Mike Myers named Dr.Evil's Death Ray - "The Alan Parsons Project".

The Show Must Go On.....

2005-05-20T02:27:00.000-07:00

Your Life: The Soundtrack
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Opening credits	Pink Floyd - Set the Controls
Waking up	Rush - Tom Sawyer
Average day	Phish - Farmhouse
First date	Steve Vai - Erotic Nightmares
Falling in love	Joe Satriani - Always with me,Always with you
Love scene
Fight scene	Liquid Tension Experiment - Acid Rain
Breaking up
Getting back together
Secret love
Life's okay	Eric Johnson - Cliffs of Dover
Mental breakdown	Pink Floyd - On the Run
Driving	The Doors - Riders on the Storm, Rush - Fly By Night
Learning a lesson	R.E.M - Night Swimming
Deep thought	Bob Marley - Redemption Song
Flashback	Pink Floyd - Time
Partying	Phish - Gin & Juice
Happy dance	Dire Straits - Walk of Life
Regreting
Long night alone	Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Death scene
Closing credits	Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky
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Satriani - 17th May 2005 - Flying in a Blue Dream

2005-05-19T01:29:00.000-07:00

A brief perusal through Ancient Indian Mythology would be incomplete without the mention of Shiva's Psychedelic Trishul or Krishna's deceitful Chakra! Last night, three hours of absolute mayhem necessitated a Data mover script to be processed to add another entity into the above mentioned coterie - Yeah I am talking about the God-Who is Bald, wears sunglasses and wields an Ibanez Krieg # 1. When my friend at the concert was offered a joint, he remarked "Who needs Weed now"

A few cappuccinos, cafe lattes and a Satriani dominated play list lunged the early part of the day forward at work! I have always faked illness to get off work early. This time, my team lead who probably thinks "Satriani" is some kind of a chewy Mexican dish could do little when I complained of acute joint neck pain neck which followed me being escorted on a company cab back home.

Being a non-locale of Bangalore, mumbled a few sentences comprising mainly "madis & hogis" to the Rik driver and reached the venue. I was quite convinced, whatever Kannada gibberish I managed to muster thoroughly convoluted the Rik driver and got me to the wrong place. The surroundings were such it could have easily qualified to take form of a sylvan setting for a snazzy bollywood fiesta. Life sized dioramas of "Chicks-check-out-my-chest" Salman
Khan adorned the pathway. I was a bit puzzled and worried....And god said "Let there be Light”, Just then A hoard of long haired guys sauntered, we followed them religiously hoping they would lead us to the "Lights of Heaven”. The New Testament proved right, reached the venue by 17.30, stood in a awfully long queue in the sweltering sun, a few classic milds decided to convert itself to grey alkaline matter.

I lost faith in the sound system that Opium had set up when I heard Bramha doing an awful sound check and yeah.... they were playing "Sad but true" or so I thought yaaaaawn. Bramha decided to show their prowess, played a couple of own comps, was booed every minute they spent on stage. Dhiraj quickly announced "Satriani will appear in 15 minutes". Phew. The crowd heaved a big sigh of relief. The guitar tech guy did a very brief sound check. Satriani's Ibanez glistened in the sunlight. In the meanwhile I got to meet Suraj, the front man of Motherjane. Considering the vocal range and the energy that his vocal chords generate when he wields the mic on stage, I was quite surprised to find he was this really soft-spoken and a chilled out,Down to earth bloke. Wished him the very best for the next Monster Motherjane masterpiece due this year.

As the clock ticked 19.30 Hours, God decided to manifest in flesh, Blood, a black outfit and a sleek red Ibanez. The crowd was possessed and chanted "Joe Joe Joe Joe"

Satch started with "Up in the sky”. The crowd went wild. The energy that Satch spread was infectious, getting the crowd into a power binge. Satch moved his fingers on the fret board as slick as a propane powered locomotive. Satch mesmerized the crowd with his note perfect impromptu licks that screeched well into the higher frequency spectrum.

Next up was one of my personal favorites from Crystal Planet - "House full of bullets”. The groovy feel to this number got the crowd tapping their feet and shaking. Matt Bissonette was Begging to be noticed. This guy was tight on the lower end, taking command of the groovy chord structure of this track at ease.

“Cool # 9” followed. Satch executed a blue-sy rendition of this track. The crowd surprised Satch by humming the entire guitar solo along with him. The master of improvisation dint spare us, Kept feeding in complex riffs and tweaking licks, which the crowd religiously hummed along Bringing a wide grin on Satchy's face.

A formal welcome from Satch collaborated into "Satch Boogie". The adjectives or euphemisms to be precise that followed in the next few minutes consisted mainly of "fucks covering each and every note of the eight octaves with different emphasis on every unique event of its occurrence".

The crests and troughs of the waves from his Black shining Ibanez made the crowd sway with Perfect synchronicity, when Satch belted out another favorite "Always with me, always with you”. He made his toy cry out note perfect tones creating an awesome feel with well spaced Signals to the delayer.

"GNAAAHH, Raspberry Jam Delta-V, Hands in the Air, Searching, Strange” ensued leaving the ten thousand odd crowd spellbound with his magical guitaring.
Due to lack of promotion of the event by Opium, the crowd which landed up was a very intelligent set. There were no poseurs, hardly any "It-is-Hip-to-be-seen-here" type peeps and more importantly "NO JUVENILE DELINQUENTS WHO SANG ROMEO & JULIET IN MY EARS AS THEY DID AT THE KNOPFLER'S GIG”. Probably there was something more important at Spin or Taika! Godspeed to all of them

A symbiotic relationship blossomed between Satchy and Jeff Campitelli pounding the snares, when they set off to bring on "Summer Song" A la G3 Style. It would be unfair if I don’t mention a word about Jeff. If Satch was god, He was the Messiah! He complemented well with Satchy’s insane licks ticking in well timed rolls, groovy note tied time signatures. Jeff was Awe”fucking""some Brilliant.

My back and legs begged for a massage! The Waves from outer space had all the reasons to compel me to stay on! I was hooked! "War”, “Is there Love in Space" "Starry Night" "Moroccan Sunset" "Going down" followed. It would be clichéd if I go on, to delineate the Feel, the Crisp tone, the vibes, the magic, the god again.

Flying in a blue dream entailed. I couldn’t help noticing this artistic pose that he sports when he delivers a solo note perfect! The crowd went on "JOE JOE JOE JOE”, the god promptly bowed thanking the crowd for bringing him down to India.

Before things came to an end, it was time for a little Surf. Satchy sucked the left over energy of the crowd with "Surfing with an Alien". Btw Even It is too late to mention, I watched him from twenty feet, worth all the money spent. Made a slow exit, my feet were numb. It was an amalgamation of perfectly tuned "E B G D A E" notes giving forth a musical orgy - A legal, open air one!

My late night meal at empire which was Dosa with Paneer Butter Masala, was not difficult to choose considering they dint have much to offer in the herbivorous side. The licks were still ringing in my ears as I got home. Before I could realize, it was 6.00 in the morning, the alarm was beeping! A Mournful parting from paradise took form as I got ready for another mundane day at work!

And hey, you know this is for you! Where is my Cheque???? Lol....

Later

Out of breath

2005-01-12T02:57:00.000-08:00

I am an hour late to work. Hurriedly sign my attendance while the receptionist gives me the "Oh-again-Late-to-work-doesnt-your-manager-kn0w" smile. Exchanging fake pleasantries, I make that 2 minute dash to my cubicle. I walk stealthily (or at least try to) down the aisle, my long hair and hangover-ed eyes certainly don’t help the purpose.

Phew... Just when I think I "Walked the walk". I realize there is something that I ignored- Caffeine!
My morning never seems the same without the usual dose of caffeine.
Result: Another walk to the deserted cafeteria. I get my hands on a very watery liquid... they have a name for it... "Coffee" I believe! Tingling Aroma of my mother’s coffee, Stills of my favorite couch and the newspaper capture my meandering mind. Before nostalgia strikes deep, my phone screams. Just another reminder from a sweet sounding service executive to pay my fat ass bill. Thanks Ms.Sweet voice, you just spoiled my trip back home. Now I need to wait for another 30 days! Life is a bitch... I ponder.

Yawn. Known faces sport animated expressions, as i jog to the cubicle. I am certain my scotch induced stupor did me in! Opps. Wait a minute. My fly is open! A sheepish sleight of the hand and I am back to normal, back to my comfortable chair where I sink in.

Ctrl - Alt - Del are probably the most used buttons on my keyboard. For geeks, it is certainly not representative of the sad state of my machine. It is a way to start my machine after I let it Hibernate. I open my Lotus notes, Pending work due to last night's plea from a well-wisher( or so I thought) to drink some beer ,Substituting to Johnnie walker after two fosters whirl around me more menacing than a "El-nino".

My fingers run over the keyboard, Winamp opens; Hetfield sings "Hero of the Day”. Aptly fits the situation. My manager should expect a "Greece Wins Euro 2004" act from me to finish my work before the delivery date. Who cares? Winamp still plays, Genre changes from Rock n roll, R & B to Extra terrestrial Psychedelic Jazz (Huh?).

It is dusk, the same well-wisher calls up. This time we get straight to the crux. Bacardi Reserva is the night's agenda. Few more like minded individuals sign up. I bid farewell to my work, still unfinished, I assert myself uttering there is always tomorrow. Experienced elders call these the highs of bachelor life. Sure it is. Higher than ever before! I will pause now. Time for a Marlboro break. Period