Tuesday 25 March 2014

At Four in the Morning

I only hear the chirp
of a single bird
and see the three
circular patterns
on the ceiling,
formed by the reflection
of the still glowing
street light through
the drapes.

When the line between
fiction and dream blurs,
when negatives
-not photographs-
are the only remnant
of falling in love,
when all thought surrenders
and gives way to only emotion,
and nothing else,
it is then that I realise
why the only bird out there
had to chirp,
why the only thing inside
will be echoes. 

Tuesday 18 March 2014

The Anomaly of Trajectory

Throughout the history of rock n' roll, eccentricity has been an embedded element. That is to say, it is not forced or showed off but is just something that develops as a part of the musician's artistic development. And that, it is ludicrous to reduce rock n' roll to just that. However, when we fail to experience that erratic spirit in a musician or in a piece of music, the genre feels incomplete. After all, almost every great rocker in history has been a wild child. What comes to mind almost immediately are iconic rock n’ roll sounds of The Doors’ ‘Wild Child’, or Lou Reed singing ‘Take a Walk on the Wild Side’ or Suzi Quatro’s ‘The Wild One’.

The elusive Quatro, apart from being related, in public perception, with the old rockabilly song ‘Suzie Q’ and considered as the first female punk musician, successfully became a cultural symbol for the feminist thought in the genre which was so far considered a men’s game. I remember when I first heard that young, course voice singing, “I’m a blue-eyed bitch, and I wanna get rich. Get out of my way ‘cause I’m here to stay. I’m the wild one” a young teenage girl myself, I could feel that angst arising from a well-known position of suppression on accounts of gender, mainly. But the larger picture would similarly have musicians producing loud, raw sounds out of a certain sense of anger, frustration or personal distress. No doubt Cobain chose to begin with the line, “Teenage angst has paid off well” for one of their better worded ‘Serve the Servants’.

So why is it then, that as these great rockers age, (of course, those who got the opportunity to age) they lose their wild side, somehow, and go on living their lives and well eventually dying, like the rest of us? And when they do continue making music, their sound attains a mellowed down effect and structure. Agreed that the iconisation around the genre is an out-and-out humanly created phenomenon, or that the angst remains to be largely a product of its times, from the many intersecting movements, anti-war, second wave feminism, gay pride etc, of the 60s to the anti-glamourisation of rock n’ roll itself in the 90s. The anomaly still remains to be about the lifestyle choices and thus, the music of the said rock musicians being sobered down.

Thus, you would now see an almost transformed Trent Reznor, from his dark, nihilist, hardcore industrial rock side to becoming the guy with cropped hair, producing music for movies and making albums like ‘Hesitation Marks’ which would have a softer, experimental touch to it. “I am just a copy of a copy of a copy. Everything I say has come before”, sings Reznor in the record.

Or an Eddie Vedder with his long locks, climbing the high scaffoldings on stage while performing, back in the 90s, and writing angst-driven songs about high school massacres to now creating ambient, and probably the most soothing sounds in mainstream music. “Circles, they grow and they swallow people whole”, goes a line in a song from the soundtrack of the movie ‘Into the Wild’. This track ‘Guaranteed’ along with 'Society' and other ones on the record, became an instant rage among the young for their themes of breaking away from unfounded socially created shackles; the circles of similarity, corruption and materialism. It, thus, turned out to be a significant moment when the so-called youth angst came to be manifested in such softer tunes which can be fulfilled only by an acoustic guitar, contrasting from a ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ of the 90s.

 Even our beloved Plants and Pages of the 70s, or Quatro herself, for that matter, chose to shift from their initial genre of hard rock to either experimenting with softer Morroccon tunes or country music, respectively. And if a true lover of Plant’s voice, you could notice his music becoming less about the high pitches and notes he used to hit, and rather about the melody itself.

This is not to suggest some sort of gross generalization, though. One can very well look at exceptions all around, what with young-and-wild-at-heart oldies like Jagger, Ozzy, Iggy, or Alice Cooper still going about their business. But for me, as I followed the musical trajectories of artists I’d admired since the time music became an essence in my life, I felt this transition happening right in the forefront.

To say that people age, including rock musicians would be an oversight. Probably, it is just the way life treats you, and I’d have to go through the same circles to comprehend that, or maybe, it is only a personal, musically challenging choice that they choose to make. One can only wonder. As long as it's pleasing, hard or soft, wild or sober, eccentric or not, I don’t think we mind.                  

Saturday 15 March 2014

While the Setting

You try to absorb the sunset
which looks a thousand years old,
like a past lover
you had once known,
now stored in a drawer
somewhere.

But the sketchy sense of déjà vu
betrays you

just like the time when you sought
to sew that blanket of stars,
or made an effort to
bring tears in your eyes,
and found none. 

Sunday 2 March 2014

Sunday

Open eyes.

Crowded noises.

Brewed up coffee and quarrels.

Four lives together again.

Six days of singular routes.

Jammed cross-section on the seventh.

Medical tests.

Medicine boxes refilled.

Appointments to regain normalcy.

Crystallised conversations.

Vacuumed air cleansed again.

Close eyes.

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