Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2012

Sham (Aisha) and the Amateur Musician


The joy of an amateur musician when he is able to figure out how to play that dream song is unquantifiable! The dream song changes with time. It changes as his genre-orientation changes, often in the process of trying to figure out the current one, or often when that same enthusiasm for that song doesn’t remain after a long time has passed trying to learn it.

But when the co-incidence happens, it is most self-satisfying. Something a professional probably wouldn't understand.

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Over the years, I’ve found myself flitting from one song/genre to another, from metal to hard rock to soft to the blues. I often picked up songs along the way, but rarely did they reach completion, and often were not by self-effort.

I found that elusive bliss when I managed to figure out Sham, from the movie Aisha.

Several songs we listen to are either electronic, or band songs. An elaborate ensemble of instruments and/or display of technical prowess, enough to blow you off your feet and leave you asking for more. High moments include brilliantly timed, technically supreme solos, groovy beats, or even intermittent phrases coming off elite instruments. This is where they get out of reach of the inspired amateur.

After all this, I wanted to find that one song, which was complete in its simplicity, the bonfire song, which was raw in feel, yet with a fine touch, simple to play, and addictive to listen to.

And then Amit Trivedi, Nikhil D’souza and Nueman Pinto come up with this genius of a song.

Sham bhi koi, Jaise hai Nadi, Leher Leher Jaise Beh Rahi hai..

It flows, just like a river! Small, simple yet goosebump-causing licks blending in with a set of 5 chords.

The first solo comes in; medium paced, not in the same scale, and yet so brilliantly blended, one that one would love to hum while singing the song.

The song is replete with beautiful vocal harmonies and choruses in ethereal voices..  Ghumsum, Ghumsum, Hai yeh Fizaayein..
Most leisurely, yet smooth, unbroken falsettos.. Suhaani, Suhaani, hai yeh Kahaani, jo Khamoshi Sunati hai... 

And then comes the second interlude: the blues riff, which totally takes the cake. Most energizing, revitalizing. Something very fresh and rare in Bolly music.

A perfect mood lightener, Sham! The best part about this song is that it is accessible for singing even to the common bathroom singer. The leisurely nature of the vocals is, quite deceptively, what brings a lot of charm to the song.

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Another source of equally unquantifiable joy for an amateur musician is when he finds a co-musician, or a bunch of them, who share(s) the same passion for that dream song, and that kind of music. Someone who is able to appreciate his love for that song, for reasons which a non-musician would barely notice! Someone he beams with joy to when he notices some nuance about the song.

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Fortunately, Sham is not a song whose lovers are numbered. It was one fine day when Nishant and I, ardent fans of Amit Trivedi's music, decided to cover this song, and a few months and several jams later, record it. Simple (in terms of requirements) that the song is, all it demands is 2 guitars, a good voice (or pair of them, if you count the harmonies), and a nice ambience, the last of which was found on the VMCC terrace, in the biting cold of the morning.


A while later, noticing charge left in the camera battery, we recorded ‘Blue Sky’, by Allman Brothers.


Both very raw covers, but that was the fun. Playing the music we love, laced with that amateurism which is the very source of our excitement and joy.

Vishwa 

PS: Thanks Pritish, for teaching me that riff. Antariksh too, for the uploads.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Mornings, January


I love mornings. Especially cold, winter ones. Holiday or not, I feel a precious day’s been wasted if I haven’t woken up early enough.

I love staring out the window, at a tree, listening to the chirping of birds as I wake up. I find it very reassuring in some way. It briefly fills me with calm, a bit of happiness even. For a while, albeit short, it frees my mind off the vicious grip of things that occupy it during the day and makes me think of the much bigger, better picture, one not about me and myself.

I love the anticipation of hot tea and a good breakfast that arises as I brush my teeth. The warmth my jacket gives to my shivering torso and chattering teeth after a splash of biting cold basin water. The arrival of the daily newspaper.

I love smiling away to myself at the breakfast table, as I imagine her saying ‘Hi’ to me on entering class, or myself in a dialogue with her during the day, possibly in between two lectures (or on gmail in the evening, perhaps?), or as I imagine someone compliment me on some 'heroic' task I did the previous evening, and blaming that smile on some sitcom joke I heard last night, to those around me who ask the reason for it.

I love walking to class in the morning. There’s just the right amount of sunlight. Pleasantly warm. Not unbearable, like afternoons. Not with the pensive, sad vibe like the setting sun of the evening.

I love listening to music as I walk to class. Energetic songs, often on repeat, especially those with harmonies. I find it very satisfying when I’m able to discern them and sing. My hair stand on end as I listen to a soul ripping solo or harmonized vocals. It warms me up a bit in the cold.

Afternoons are lazy. Meant to take a nap in. Or attend enforced labs, if you’re in college.

Evenings lack the charm of anticipation. There are countless problems in life. Deadline, the next day. One evening to solve them all.

Mornings are special.

Vishwa.