So the Grammy's were on the other day. I did not watch. I find they refuse to nominate me or give me awards. Clearly this is discrimination against the talentless unknowns. As Supreme Peon and Idiotic Twit (SPIT) of the Council for Recognition of Atonal Performers (CRAP), I therefore called for a boycott from my… Continue reading All-time Fantasy Grammys
The path to the future never did run straight I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate. The sun plays hide and seek between the trees Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees are busy with the business of their flowery date. I wonder at the meaning of the life I… Continue reading The Path
I've been meaning to write this for a while. I read A.PromptReply's post on Ten Things I Love and Ten Things I Hate and I thought to myself, why restrict it? Why not 10 songs I like, 10 books I hate, 10 body parts, 10 cars, 10 destinations and so on and so on and… Continue reading Ten Songs that became Great
Every once in a while I get deeply, madly bored and depressed. Normally this takes the form of excessive eating, extreme reading, cleaning up things or staring at the wall opposite me. I have a horror of facing the wall. I hate sitting with my back to the door which exasperates my Beloved Bengalan. When… Continue reading The Typewriter Tape
As the header says, I refuse to take the responsibility for the sounds in your head. Should you continue you agree not to hold me accountable for any after-effects. Have you ever noticed how certain sounds just entrench themselves into your mind and refuse to let you go? I mean, for example, this whiny thing… Continue reading Not responsible
A question put to me the other day left me scratching me head. Not because I have dandruff or other head afflictions, but figuratively speaking I was left wondering. What was the question, you ask? "What do you like?" Frankly, I was flummoxed, bewildered, puzzled, foxed, surprised and confused. What do I like? What am… Continue reading I am? I do?
The Slo-Man cannot read music. He finds western classic music notation binding and constricted. It may have made perfect sense hundreds of years ago when pens were quills and making dots and flowing marks was easier to do. The arbitrary names of notes and disorderly collection of notes in a scale disturb his need for… Continue reading about Words and Music
So - I need help. Yeah, Yeah - I know! It seems the nose job 18 months ago didn't quite take. And as things stand I may have to go under the knife again. That was depressing - so I took me aside and wrote down this song. I just can't finish it and that's… Continue reading Nasal Blues
I recently had an interesting conversation with a good friend on Facebook about music in our lives. This and a short reunion with old school friends brought back memories of the entertainment options available to us growing up, as we did, on the cusp of the modernization of India. The very first mode of entertainment… Continue reading Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The Slo-Man apparently has been quite busy going on looonggg drives with the LLBF. He finally had the time to hand over the complete list of references to his blog post "About the State of Affairs" The Carpenters – Rainy Days and Mondays Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down The Who – Join Together The… Continue reading The complete set of references