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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: January 2011
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, January 25, 2011. Likely Scenario: The music business here. This piece appeared in the Economic Times. Calcutta edition's pull-out supplement ET Casual. In a suitably edited form. What you read below is the original piece I wrote without the edits. But The Music Never Stops. Cause we've got overheads, you get. After deducting what we pay for recording costs. Then we'll split. Label guy: “.Music? Another scene in a glass-walled conference room up on the.
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: June 2011
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Wednesday, June 01, 2011. The wind has an anger to it as it slams shuts windows and doors, unprepared as they are for its onslaught. I have thrown them open as wide as they can be to get the sly comfort of southerly afternoon breezes which pretend to allay the summer heat. The tea's made and a couple of digestives dipped in the hot liquor: like ambrosia in this weather. The perfect ending to a long hot summer day. It will be a good night's sleep. High Fuckin' Tim...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: Same Flame
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Is it the same flame? The same flame lit so many aeons ago. In another place, another time. And has a flame genes? A DNA of fire. Or are all flames the same? A concentration of combustibles. Sparked by human hands. Then will a flame have human genes? Is it the same flame that once burned on a mountain? Lit as a rite of faith,. Is it the same flame blazing today in a cauldron? An emblem of the greed to win. Losing not an option. Even more o...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: December 2012
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, December 18, 2012. A museum of time. That's what this place should be, should become. A space as vast and rambling as this needs to be filled with the mechanisms of time. Have you not noticed that there are no clocks here? Here money is disconnected, independent of time. Possession is 3/4ths of the law. Isn't that what they say? That you cannot be dispossessed of your ownership or your tenancy without recourse to law? Any time at once is what the museum ...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: The 7th Baul-Fakir Utsav and notes from there
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, January 10, 2012. The 7th Baul-Fakir Utsav and notes from there. Seven years of a festival, an Utsav. Which has total dedication but no worthwhile sponsorship or patronage, which has some of the best in ethnic Bangla folk music, audiences of no particular stereotype thoroughly enjoying themselves, and then you hear it may be the last one you'll get to attend. Where these wandering minstrels held court in various locations around the Shaktigarh. Where's t...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: One of those evenings...
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, December 06, 2011. One of those evenings. So then I move to other thoughts. Thoughts of fusion music. And my considerable antipathy to this form of music. Especially the variety that attempts to put Indian classical in juxtaposition with jazz. Some of which may or may not be punctuated by rock and funk and overtones or undertones of a Western classical influence. Depending on where you're coming from. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Art and The City.
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: December 2011
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, December 06, 2011. One of those evenings. So then I move to other thoughts. Thoughts of fusion music. And my considerable antipathy to this form of music. Especially the variety that attempts to put Indian classical in juxtaposition with jazz. Some of which may or may not be punctuated by rock and funk and overtones or undertones of a Western classical influence. Depending on where you're coming from. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Free ...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: Museum of Time
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Tuesday, December 18, 2012. A museum of time. That's what this place should be, should become. A space as vast and rambling as this needs to be filled with the mechanisms of time. Have you not noticed that there are no clocks here? Here money is disconnected, independent of time. Possession is 3/4ths of the law. Isn't that what they say? That you cannot be dispossessed of your ownership or your tenancy without recourse to law? Any time at once is what the museum ...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: Baul-Fakir Utsav 2009: An Appreciation
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Monday, January 12, 2009. Baul-Fakir Utsav 2009: An Appreciation. Saturday and Sunday the Bauls and Fakirs were in town. In Jadavpur town, which just happens to fall slightly outside Calcutta city's municipal limits, although the post office codes it in greater Calcutta. Never mind the geography, here's my appreciation. Why could it become too big to handle? That's when the slow death thing will begin. The floor is covered with dry rushes and hay strewn here and ...
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ravings, cravings, shavings & leavings...: Notes for toast
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Ravings, cravings, shavings and leavings. Saturday, July 14, 2012. It was easy. A notebook, pen, or pencil, a convenient knee to facilitate writing; later type it up as a hard copy, double-spaced, ready for imaginary publication. Diligently stored in an arch file. Lost in the cobwebs and dust of time today. To go back into the room, away from the cooling breezes, and write these words is too much of an effort. Lethargy is engraved in me. How I knew he was plagiarising is because of his employment of lang...
