Imagine…

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

(C) John Lennon

That’s her, by the way!
Adios!!

Anesthetize…

Never want to be old
And I don’t want dependence
It’s no fun to be told
That you can’t blame your parents anymore

I’m finding it hard
To hang from a star
Don’t wanna be
Never wanna be old

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way they wish away each day…
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way wish away each day…

The song’s called Sentimental. Great song. And, awesome drumming. Swap says he read somewhere Neil Pert likes the drummer of Porcupine Tree, and I guess I kinda have an idea where Neil comes from.

Names already decided: Dolores and Keith. Standby names for the next two: Janis and Roger. But I’m having second thoughts. How about Ani and Neil? I’ll let her pick the names. Oh well, anyway…

freed.in rocked! So, am eagerly waiting for foss.in. BTW, “dot in” rocks, no? You can put a dot-in after anything and it actually makes a lot of sense. Anyway, where was I? Yeah, apart from the fact that Anesthetize is perhaps the best song in Fear of A Dark Planet, I think there’s a thin line between music and Free Software. Illusion and reality? Yeah, well… I don’t need to think about it. Both of em have some sort of connection, isn’t that’s why I got into the later? What’s the connection you ask? It’s all about ‘Freedom’ and independence.

And I don’t want dependence. Adios!!

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The Art of Shredding…

Hey there’s an interesting post by Aaron Seigo available here, which talks about how this is not 1997 anymore. For me it’s not 2002 anymore. In fact, when I’m made to work on Winduhs (yeah I picked that from Raj Mathur, I like totally copying stuff when I like it) I go like: ‘OMG this system is so primitive.’

So anyway, I played with KDE 4 beta 1 for a while today, and it was quite fun. I can see now how it’s gonna be a killer desktop once the final version is released. (Even that GNOME zealot Puthali might just finally switch. Yeah flame me for all I care, GNOME is sucky!) Anyway, many of the things aren’t working as they should yet. Then I’m not sure whose fault it is, as I pulled the stuff off Feisty-backports. Anyway, most of the stuff are working. By the way, Dolphin, the new file manager, rocks! Good job guys.

Okay, so I am listening to Pantera since I flipped in the evening and I dunno it’s weird, shredding calms me down I guess (tho I’m not really into Megadeth and the like). So I’ve been smoking and using her lighter to lit the ciggies every hour or so. It’s a pretty cool lighter, hi! (Okay its a regular lighter. But I think it’s cool, so sue me!) Anyway, all of a sudden I hear Planet Caraven, and I was like what the fuck is Sabbath doing in a Pantera album? But it wasn’t Sabbath. And the cover was just perfect. Good job guys!! Mushi’s bro Wasim got me into Pantera, it just took me a concert video to get into em. Wonder what’s up with Wasim. He’s a nutcase (in a good way) n’ keeps playing guitar all the time. And then would watch a video and try to figure out what the hell the guitarist is doing. and then try it himself. Oh and he’s way too cute too, even Mushi agrees. So all u chicks out there can watch out for him when he makes it big. lol!! Off the record: I’d a crush on him too.

Okies, me outta here! Adios!!

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riot grrrl

Oh little beam
Splitting the fog and the dirt in between
Oh simplify
Like a problem you try to work out in your mind
I would almost have to ask you
It’s clumsy when said
So give me a spark I can look for instead

Photo by Tyler Craft, available under CC-by.

You gotta love this trio. Haven’t heard em? Please go to The Woods and check out the Night Light. And if it becomes all too much, you may as well Call the Doctor.

And here’s something interesting about the band itself: Both [Carrie] Brownstein and [Corin] Tucker played guitar. Although Sleater-Kinney had no bass player, both Tucker and Brownstein tuned their guitars one and a half steps down (“C# tuning”), and Tucker’s tone and style enabled her to fill the same role as a bass guitar.

FYI: The drummer in the picture is Janet Weiss. Adios!!

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Strip to Soul…

Iqbal is one of the best fuckin movies I’ve seen this year. So what if it was originally made last year. ’nuff said!

Off the record: Suchos is the the best damn flirt I’ve ever known. She just pulled a Joey on me. ’nuff said!

Adios!!

P.S. –> Porcupine Tree is one heck of a band I’ve begun to fall in love with. Don’t forget to check out the nerve-racking stuff in Even Less Slave Called Shiver. ’nuff said!

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Idiot Prayer

QOTD: If life gives me lemons, I’ll squirt them back at life’s eyes. — Noel, a 14-yr-old blogger.

My puter is fuckin dying. Gotta get a new one. Anyway I gotta get this book called The Shia Revival. Saw this hot dude reading it on a jam-packed bus last month. I hope I can manage a paperback. The hot dude was reading a hardbound one. Something about the Shias and the Sunnis are very interesting. I dunno why they keep on fighting. One of my ex-colleagues and former sutta partners was a Shia. She looked like she’s from West Asia or something. But actually she was from Lucknow. My other former colleague turned best friend is a Sunni. He reads Namaz once a day, but I guess he does it outta habbit. He’s a metalhead by default and is currently headbanging somewhere in Dubai.

Anyway, Pam Constable’s book, whatever it was called, was really interesting. I dunno where I’d left it half way through. You gotta like Pam. She writes awesome stuff. You might have seen her on CNN too. She is a correspondent with the Post. Oh yeah, the book’s called Fragments of Grace. You should read it. And once you are done, lend it over to me.

People keep asking me what kinda books I read. I’m never sure. But I guess I like these kinda stuff. Or memoirs. I dunno. I guess if I like the style of writing I can read on, or I dump a book. But I really haven’t read anything for so many months. I feel like I’m getting kinda dumb. I dunno how can my other best friend Gox keep on reading James Joyce. I think Joyce was fuckin… I dunno, I just didn’t like his writing when I tried. But then I really like these Irish writers like Rhody Doyle and Franc McCourt, if I can call McCourt Irish.

But I guess I really wanted to read Alexandra Fuller’s Don’t Let’s Go to The Dogs Tonight, tonight. That’s again a memoir. I remember falling in love with her writing the instant I read the first sentence in that book. That was 2003 when I was a member of the Kolkata BCL. Now, I often go and look for it, but people have never even heard of it.

Please give me a second grace.
Please give me a second face.
I’ve fallen far down, the first time around,
Now I just sit on the ground in your way.

Am I, Zen and Tubai Dada the only ones who love Nick Drake? I’m not much of a singer, except for I’m pretty good at imitating David and Roger sometimes. But I wish I can bring this hopelessness into my voice like Nick’s. This song just makes me insane. It’s so bloody good! Why do good songwriters always have to die early?

Please tell me your second name.
Please play me your second game.
I’ve fallen so far for the people you are,
I just need your star for a day.

I really wish either Mushi or Gox was over here. Cuz I’m so piss-ass bored right now and need some nerve-stimulating conversation. In another one-and-a-half years from now I’ll be 27 as well. But I guess I’d still be pretty much alive even after that. Wish I was good enough to die at 27. That’s certainly a magic number or somethin, wouldn’t ya agree? Not that Nick died at that age, but that bugger Kurt did. Lucky bastard!! No offense to Kurt and his millions of fans. Even I like his songs; I wonder why tho. I wish I liked happy music, but all I find myself listening to are all these fuckin depressing stuff. Maybe I’m just addicted to it. Anyway I guess people liked Kurt so much cuz he wrote simple stuff.

Rape me
Rape me my friend,
Rape me,
Rape me again.I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one

That isn’t even verbose, and still is able to get the message across. Adios!!

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When I Come Around…

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
 
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Am I just STONED?

Good lord! I still love that song. Even after more than a decade since I first heard it. I guess I saw the video, and it was an awesome video. And well… I guess I probably was cursed or somethin cuz the most attractive part of the song for me then was the intro power chords (aye, still is… but hush hush!! I hear they kick you outta the grownups’ club if you are found praising stuff like the Basket Case and power chords). But you know, I wish I had one of those cheap Ibanez thingys. I woulda been playing the same riffs all day long till my folks threw me out. And yes, of course, Billy Joe is a fuckin rocker.

Hey, it isn’t too late, is it? OK so, who’s gonna buy me a cheap Ibanez, which I can use to play these power chord riffs all day? Hey, at least I didn’t say I’ll shred — I dunno how to, so moi neighbors can chill. But then, shredding is real cool too… it just drives me insane (which is not really bad, unless I’m really pissed or somethin). Anyway, the point is… I’ve always been a fuckin awful guitarist — that is if I can call myself one — even when three of us had a band for two whole months. And as much as I wanted to be able to play the bass back then, I never woulda been able to anyway cuz I’ve always been a slack. So, the next best thing is to go get one of those cheap Ibanez thingys, bang those power chords and end up impressing the hell outta the weirdos. Neat idea, eh?

Anyway, in things not so related to the above: I haven’t seen any of my net pals, apart from Jo-not-so-fine, for over a month. Wakey wakey Robin, Gox, Zen, Sandy, Pompy, Vicks, et. all. And my best fuckin mate Mushi seems to have disappeared as well. And the thing is he’s gonna show up in a couple of months and bad mouth me over no big deal. Yeah, well, unlike others, I have two best mates for Mushi and Gox, and both of em bad mouth me when the fault is actually at their end. Assholes!

In other news: Bal has moved to Mumbai. Debs is probably gonna get married in a year and Suhos may follow suit soon afterwords. So, my whole fuckin group from school is all set to be nuked. Pretty impressive, eh? And look at this Jet band thingy singin Move On. Morons!! But it’s so 60s sounding. I love it. It goes like…

‘Cause every once in a while
You think about if your gonna get yourself together
You should be happy just to be alive
And just because you just don’t feel like comin’ home
Don’t mean that you’ll never arrive

Yeah I’m gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah it’s hard
If you had have only seen
Take control
Don’t be afraid of me

Adios!!

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Like a complete unknown…

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you
Peopled called you, said “beware the doll, you’re bound to fall”,
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody else that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around for your next meal

Nah! This time ’tis not Bob, but that Jimi person. And lemme break the news to y’all: HE WAS A FECKIN’ GOD!!! Woops, now the atheists are gonna disown me. This fucking sucks!

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
In no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

And and now he plays Little Wing live and I need to fucking smoke. See this post served two objectives. I was also able to demonstrate how fuckin’ is such a fuckin’ cool adjective that comes in handy when u have a sucky vocab and u wanna talk intelligent shit about great people, like Jimi in this case. Fuck yeah! Woops! Adios!!

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Price You Gotta Pay

Holly shit! Seems like that Billy Gates person’s Macrosoft is pretty good in wagging it’s tail to whatever the Jobs guy says or does. Latest in the sea of breath-taking announcements that follows Apple’s league is how Macrosoft is gonna offer DRM-free music from it’s Zune music stores (or whatever the hell it’s called). Can’t they just make up their minds for this once?? Just until last month they were all oh-so gaga over DRM, and now they claim they have been talking to the “record labels ‘for some time now’ about offering unprotected music on its Zune players in an effort to meet the needs of its customers”?

I mean whatever those hippies at DefectiveByDesign have been claiming bout the perils of DRMed content, I never bought any of that nonsense. In fact, last week the blokes over there got so excited after the Apple/EMI announcement that they emailed me to lemme know how they’ll send a DefectiveByDesign T-shirt to that Jobs person as a token of appreciation for his support. Of course I always have better things to do in life like read the breaking stories at Onion. I mean who knew that the “Area Man Just Wants to Throw One Good Punch in His Life,” finally. Now thats what I call news with some global relevance. Adios!!

MACHINA II/The Friends and Enemies of Modern Music?

Just chanced upon Puthali’s take on Apple and DRM. A good read, as most of us are as much confused as the next person on what’s a typical solution. We don’t wanna rip the musicians out and definitely want them to continue making good stuff by supporting em in any way we can, don’t we? But it’s also a fact, the more the industry insists on putting restriction on what we do with the stuff we paid for, the more we turn to alternatives. Carla Schroder in her article Bah humbug commercial radio, hurrah for Internet radio summed it up as following…

These are very strange times we live in, where the big entertainment companies treat us like enemies for wanting to be their customers, and god forbid they should deliver something we actually want. Hurrah for the Internet, the great leveler. Buhbye big globalcorps, you’re on the path to becoming big globalcorpses, and I am not sorry.

A typical Schroder article full of word play and good humor. Am I the only one who thinks it’s funny with MPAA and RIAA joining hands and launching a Web site to project themselves in short as MAFIAA? So, they have an inkling that people consider their motives to the likes of mafias? Then I must say, good job folks over at both the institutions!

Years ago, when I discovered the deal with Creative Commons after reading Niyam Bhushan’s column in LFY mentioning the same, I chanced upon an interview on the site featuring Scott Andrew. I like his stuff. Have downloaded all of his songs from his site, and havent paid him any cash in exchange for it. Maybe I’ll buy his next album, maybe not. But I sure have nagged Robin to death, who also lives in the Seattle area, to check Scott out time and again.

Anyway, what Scott wrote soon after in a blog entry here (googled it out while commenting on Puthali’s entry, and thus read it again today after a couple of years) made a lot of sense from an indipendent musicians’ perspective. But what about the major label artists, who for a change make good music or the old ones whose stuff are owned by major lables, and they dont even care releasing 90% of the stuff here? File sharing at least makes those stuff accissible and I say the lables should shut up until they make all the stuff we need available in a city we live in, wherever it is. What’s worse for an artist: people not discovering him/her ever cuz the TV/radio never broadcast their stuff or getting it from p2p and then goin all ga ga if we happen to like what we’re hearing? The bad part is both ways artists dont get a penny for their work, however, while in the former case we dont even know they exist, in the later case we like their stuff. Maybe someday the mainstream musicians would like to answear that. Adios!!

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