The Thrill is Gone

"When I do eventually drop, I pray to God that it'll happen in one of three ways. Firstly, on stage or leaving the stage, then secondly in my sleep. And the third way? You'll have to figure that out for yourself...!" 

B B King

For all the great live shows. You are a legend. RIP.

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Coldplay - Gravity

Papon - Khumaar

If you get that noise. Come and tell me.

All problems are recurring in nature. If no, come tell me

A black board waiting. An yellow chalk waiting. Both at the same time. One with a known knowledge and other just waiting. To be written on beautifully and gets angry if it looks like a blood spatter. No random art. Genuine writings of a noble mind. For the audience who sometimes get glued to this genuine art of letters or numbers. Sometimes a picture. Sometimes, just empty space to depict a phenomenon.

I'm still here

Black Lab - This Night

We squall in moments of uncertainty. Parading in the open grounds with heads tied up like a knot. The mean desires of human flesh that transform into loud yells of selfish rust. Twisting and turning and speeding. No direction. Just given enough acceleration heading nowhere. We never head anywhere. We stay right here. All that gets displaced is just our shallow feeling. A feeling that does not persist, and just about gives way to a narrow lane of mindless functions. We live in this narrow lane. So narrow that we push each other. It is congested. And we do this to reach the other side which has nothing to exhibit. 

For a moment yesterday, the dark clouds held promises. Parched dogs begging to get a sip of rain. Traffic never mutes. 

We make peace with "whatever". 

And I picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene

Sip my drink till the ice hits my lips

Order another round

And that's it for now

Eddie vedder - I'm still here

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We swing everyday. From one absurd arc, hitting a low of boredom to the fine end of the day. Lets have a bit of cool. Normal balance.

Hands of time - Groove Armada

Take Five

Dave Brubeck - Take five

We look for that one song that will get you hooked to the genre. Take five it is. And now, my playlist is buzzing with cool compositions. More to come. More joy to my ears.

And its broken
3 days. Laced up. Fine conscience
All along, the chill air tuned itself
Crossed the first pole, didn't stop
I should maybe. Not stressing much. But I kept running
Drifting now and then to meet my future self
Turning back and looked at the steps left behind
The ache must go away
Fill it with fine conscience
No missteps
What lies ahead doesn't matter.
Now, I am running.
Music is good.
The weather is friendly.
Couldn't have asked for a better day!

Rhythm and Repose

The Cost
High Hope
           Glen Hansard - a true artist.

Rage now
Yearn
on the road without a burn
so many trees ahead
walk for the sunlit holes

Everything

Push the sky away - Nick cave and the Bad seeds

What do we know about "Everything"?

I flew over a mountain decorated with patches of green for its inhabitants. They spend their entire lives hopping through sharp and moist rocks to graze and relax just as we work and worry our ways through overcrowded and polluted cities. There is no sense of time. Our crazy instincts to be where we want to be and do nothing and justify it as an act of worthy work. 

It is so simple for me to sit in a cubicle and bark. About everything. Spew philosophy, purpose, attention to conscience, politics. When all I do is wait for my next paycheck to pay the bills and occasionally boast my excess. Never caring about this world and moving on to garner more excess. Vow. Such a dick life can be. Pretentious living. How did all this happen? At what turn, did I see a tree bearing fruits and began that elusive chase to basket a few, and not bothering if few fell down as I can always go further and many such turns await for my saddened feet to trod and leave prints of utter failure in conscience? All the while feeling excited about this self proclaimed journey of exploring. Empty f'ng vase. 

Those migratory birds have a purpose. A discipline that we can never learn. 

What can we learn then? As a first step, don't become a victim of others judgement and train your mind to judge less. Can we try please!

Calvin & Hobbes creator - Bill watterson graduation speech. Felt good reading this.

http://web.archive.org/web/20060219183419/http://home3.inet.tele.dk/stadil/spe_kc.htm

Evaluate

Blind Melon - Tones of Home

The Stone Roses - I am the Resurrection

Down in the dense trees where sunlight is scarce to a snow leopard hunting in heavy snowfall. "Planet Earth" is a must watch I say. I am a huge fan of David Attenborough. His views on nature and life in general is pure and authentic. ScienceDaily says our planet is home to more than 8 million species and counting. So much to explore and catalog.

If for a brief moment in our daily lives, we stop and attach to the present state of mind and negate all ill flowing thoughts, we may succeed in whatever small or big we set out to do. And yet, our existence is a mirage and our hands never reach out to what it says. As I write, I do feel embarrassed as to how hostile I am to existence. An unjust world will always be unjust. Things will not change.  Our experience softens and our expertise to get things done will sharpen. For it will guarantee my paycheck. 

When did we stop evaluating!! What shape does a crushed orange take? How dust settles into the soles of my shoes. How curtains move when I open the windows. The sound of keystrokes as I write this. 

The devilish screech of dark clouds

Watery leaves humming at night

To my ears which grows out loud

As empty roads curve under dim light

My heart strung out a deep note

To which you sang and it echoed

pleading the drops on the leaves to stay afloat

and blissful streams of water on empty roads flowed

As I continued to write our story

I traveled inside the flame of our night lamp

and pestered it to stay bright and fury

to not stress the eyes of my beloved

Everyday

kill the buzzing sound
fill it with echoes that I wish to return to

How is this maddening rush of the day blunting out the essential breath. We hold nothing. In our self, we are still brewing the buzzing sound. 

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Bad Company - Burnin sky
Mad Season - Artificial Red
Ocean Colour Scene - The Riverboat Song
Pink Floyd - Have A Cigar
Seven Mary Three - Water's Edge

A song shook my hands. You sit in the verandah. Your legs relaxed. Eyes set at a distant tree with yellow leaves. Mind drifting. A routine seeps inside. Discomfort strays outside in the garden begging to catch up with me. The chill control of the day and arrays of blur. In pretense, I sit still. Not moving. Not talking. The book grew old and how! Left unread, one after another. 

The bell is ringing

David Coverdale - Blindman

Coverdale/Page - the Entire album

Grand Funk Railroad - Inside looking out

Winter has come :-) And with it comes the fact that another cycle of a year will pass by. All events, personal and professional, has to be tagged and looked into. Will there be any sort of retrospection? Or just another year with an empty perspective? No looking back? 

Music will be another year + 1 ago. Will the value of creative content diminish ? Hell not. Hendrix, joplin, floyd, vedder will remain just as fresh as it was when first listened to. 

Looking out there, up there, down into. Everything kept moving. Doing its job just as we go about doing ours. 

A constant fire inside us to tell every distraction - go fuck off.

Touch the clouds. Empty exploration. The universe is after all empty right? Or is it not? Incoming boys! So much will pound us and remind how dusty our thoughts are. Bend people. Bend!! 

PinkFloyd - High hopes. That epic guitar. The essence of bending down to this solo and feeling small. Oh vow. That's my perspective :-) Small is good. Be small and observe. This is the ultimate pursuit of wisdom.

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Bruce Springsteen - Drive all night
Deep Purple - Soldier of Fortune ( and the classic cover by Opeth )
Rainbow - The temple of the king
B B King - The Thrill is Gone

Diffused elements of nature. Hammered. Again. Fly. Freak. 

There is a sense of freedom. Bright and fury. Come get a hold of it. Never to miss.

I feel I am physically fit. Been playing a lot of football. The old glamour of running feels good. I wish to carry this on for as long as my body supports.

Win

We must struggle. Everything else is secondary. Find a way to win. Always. I will check this later again.

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Yes, I can spare you a moment. And this feels right. The cosmos can wait. There is no hurry. 

From soul to soul

and the distance we threw away

time seemed just perfect

to be lost in the laughter

we seldom visit

Negative. Its all around

And we know we can see the positive

but shutting that out is easy

The easy way is always an easy choice

And then we call this choice an impulse!

Come on world, spare a moment

I know you wont stop spinning

In the sly glance of a bygone visit

You created everything

Coming back, how i knew this is it

and realize there is much to build

much to laugh about

See the positive

See the positive

To Philip Seymour Hoffman

Philip Seymour Hoffman. I have been following his movies since college. One of my fav actors. Watched each and everyone of his. Dialogue delivery is unmatchable. It seemed like a lightning bolt the moment I read the news.

Glen  hansard & The swell season; Hans Zimmer. What an artist!

Been reading a lot of Carl Sagan. An exceptional philosopher. One who practices what is preached.

Finish the day at 4. Climb up the hill. Breathe and absorb. The stuff we see. Quintessence. 

Happy New Year folks! Lets find and learn new things.

Spirituality

I regard Thoreau's 'Life without Principle' the best damn thing ever written. If in need of motivation, I fall back on it. Induces a different sense of things around.

Angels & Airwaves - Diary ( A spiritual touch. I succumbed to it. Takes you to another level. )

Passionate intensity,It’s a complicated fusion. We are catapulted toward death. The mystique I adore is the beating heart of those who share my life. This is their legacy, in obscene glances, laced in silver. I like writing. I do this to amuse myself. It’s my life and I only get one go round. This was the result. Like life, it’s tentative, fragile, and halting. And these are the memories gorgeous .And welcome home.

Jeff Newell

"This is Water" By David Foster Wallace. I got hooked to it sometime back. It makes sense. 

We are tagged to one of the numerous skies painting this universe. All human existence is under these strokes of color. The blending shades which look beautiful above these skies! We can never conquer this. The capacity to distinguish ourselves from everything else! Nay

All we did and keep doing is wage wars or promote peace. How much did each decision benefit future is still not known. We are busy with the warmth of today. And so long as this warmth persists, we should crave for it. Yes we should. Do not disturb it. 

Take me as your servant. Take me as your weapon. Take me as your courage - Tom Delonge

Black Live

Dreams are made/make
to fall apart
But sometimes
sometimes
sometimes
come true - Eddie Vedder

Heard him say today in this great live version. Its awesome.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0cMgiK8PKk

"A very, very distant second is a Ferrari" - Al Pacino in 'The Scent Of a Woman'

Wanted to write this down and here it is.

I didn't know what was then
what It is now
what it will open
Bursting forward and braking slow

Every second matters
Every second echoes
For the master inside music
For the mind not wandering
A fraction not uncommon
A blip not unheard
A slope not untravelled
A stone not untouched

Madness

Lately, the kind of music I explore has mellowed down. But I do catch up on some of the groups I like the most.

Soundgarden forms again! And I knew this yesterday!! Killer songs again in their new album. 

Muse is always great. Supremacy and Madness on their new album 'The 2nd Law' is too good. Madness especially is very catchy. He hits very high in the end. That is fucking great. The best part is even after listening it to like a thousand times, it still feels refreshing to hear it once again. 

Imagine Dragon - Demons & Its time is also good. 

"Lover of the light" by Mumford and sons has amazed me. Idris elba in the video version is awesome. Great stuff.

Linkin park has mellowed down too :-) Their latest 'Living things' does have some good numbers. 

Looking forward to my all time fav Pearl jam with their "Lightning bolt" coming up soon. 

Ember and Ether

Ember and Ether. That gentle stroke and the ash dissolves into the damp mud. Color fading out and become one of soil. Qualms and queries we have. Wishing we swap them with those who have none. There are none. They do not exist. We are made to have queries. Are we then talking about ghosts? If they do exist, our doubts may afterall not fall on deaf ears. If they do exist, are we then so underevolved to answer them ourselves. Do we need ghosts to answer our queries. I assume they don't exist. Lets move on. I now have the burden to encapsulate all matter and make good sense out of it. Good.

The burning coal never dies. Crude and prophetic.

In this cosmic timeline, we are small floating chips. Fighting with the molecules we ascend and descend. All the while taking note of our existence. A mere flip flop.

Candles and aromas. The mortal remains of our memories. 

We can be heroes just for one day - David Bowie

Passing by

I needed a good reason to reach the shores of this abandoned place. Something - abstract or real - that would jolt my dormant mind to awaken and force it to pen down a few words worth being written in this largeness of space!

I will not hesitate to take this line from the movie 'Liberal Arts'.

"The other day I was crossing the street, lost in my head about something - a not uncommon state of affairs. I was listening to the overture and as the music began to swell I suddenly realized that: I had hands. And legs, and a torso, and that I was surrounded by people and cars. It's hard to explain exactly what happened, but I felt in that moment that the divine - however we may choose to define such a thing - surely dwells as much in the concrete and taxi cabs as it does in the rivers, lakes, and mountains. Grace, I realized, is neither time nor place dependent. All we need is the right soundtrack"

Yes I agree! All we need is the right soundtrack. I saw something coming up. Without a shred of doubt, of which I am always enslaved to, I rushed to the corners of the window ( 'My Computer' ) and enqueued Pearl Jam. Oh! Eddie Vedder, I so find solace and peace in your voice. Its been so since college. Started with 'Just Breathe'.

The thought of writing something sure lingered in my head for quite sometime. And yet I needed this song, this one song, these 180 seconds of baritone voice circling and playing inside the depths of my ear, to make known the works I always admire. Yes, it is just about time to say what I like the most about poetry. It is this

How it makes sense that amidst turmoil lies true beauty. Amidst the rubble of the stormy wars and false preaching of mankind that befell this planet lies true greatness. Amidst all known and unknown lies the true spirit of joy and laughter. 

And how beautifully Luke Kelly rendered this poem

We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge

With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May -  - On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh

Trouble with everything around you can still bring beauty to the fore

My lids closed down—yet through their veil

I saw him blazing still;

And bathe in gold the misty dale,

And flash upon the hill - Dazzling Sun by Emile Bronte

Curiosity should be embraced and fed with notes still not composed. And yet elevates you to do it.

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth - The road not taken by Robert Frost

And how it's important to dwell in the palace of memories sculpted decades ago and still try to live in the present. To gaze upon the sky and spot the mountains on the moon and wonder with eyes closed.

on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. - John Keats

And to cultivate love in your blood, kindness in your heart with fiesty parades on your foot

in me all that fire is repeated, 

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten - Pablo Neruda in If you forget me

Never giving up and always marching.

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips - Mary Angelou in Phenomenal Woman

Or to summarize everything in life and come up with a stunner. A catch that does not struggle in the net, but waits for the master to set it free.

And were an epitaph to be my story
I’d have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover’s quarrel with the world - Robert Frost