Not Run Of The Mill, I Hope

All (take that with a pinch of salt, will ya?) I want to do on a regular basis involves running, cycling, writing and music. I’m in my element with these. Mind, when I say “element” I do not mean air. Since none of these is likely to make me a living, most of what I…

Jazz, And All That On Black Radio

I don’t listen to as much jazz as I’d like to or should. Perhaps because it’s a very involving music. At least for me it is. It makes me sit up and listen with an alertness that I don’t always display for most other genres – there just seems to be so much going on….

Floydian Delight

I was 16 when I first heard Pink Floyd. I had heard of them and read about them before, of course – about how strange, other-worldly and even disturbing their sound was at the time they landed on the musical stage. And here I was, well over a decade after their heyday, feeling how strange,…

The Note Resurrected

This attempt at explaining my disappearance from this blog should’ve appeared much earlier. The only reason it didn’t is that I kept thinking I’ll be back soon. ‘Soon’ has now been quite a few weeks. I’ve kept away, for the major part, due to the excitement of a new venture that I’ve partnered with a…

Trigger happy…and running for cover

This post is prompted by a cover of a favourite that I’ve been listening to quite often lately. Whatever little music I’ve heard from Aerosmith comes through as enjoyable rock. “Janie’s Got A Gun” is no different as far as the sound goes. But it differs from the rest of their work in that it…

Rainsong

Music lore has it that the old masters of Indian classical music could gather dense clouds in the sky and move them to release precious rain with an intense exposition of specific ragas. Recent legend has it that the 20th century master, Chembai Vaidyanatha Bhagavathar did just that with his rendition in raga Amruthavarshini. A…

On A Cool Sunday Morning

Cool breeze, birdsong, hot tea at hand, the Sunday paper in front of my face, my love beside me, the cats purring at our feet, a weary world halted at our door and outside our window, a hint of jasmine and the susurration of bamboo leaves. I don’t know if there’s such a thing as…

Of The First Water

It’s that time of the year when in my part of the world (at least) most people get a pain in the neck. The head tilts back frequently looking up at the sky but as the song goes, ‘look up in vain, heavy cloud but no rain’. There are a million songs and more written…

A Heady Cocktail

Or the don’t-try-this-ever-or-you’d-be-dead playlist. The theme for this one hits you smack on the face and what inspired it should be just as obvious – I was listening to a ZZ Top tribute CD released last year and repeats of The Rolling Stones’s ‘Sticky Fingers’. Why, what else were you thinking?

Sunshine In My Life

Just as the sun was setting in my part of the world, I received a message from a fellow blogger, Elliot who writes a most interesting and varied blog brain splats, that he’d nominated me for a ‘Sunshine award’. I have a guarded view of awards (expressed before too). It always feels great to be appreciated…