"Grass in the Air…"
“God respects me when I work,
but God loves me when I sing--- Tagore”
I recalled above
lines by legendary artist, when I started to realize what music, and especially
one other than film music can do to me. Even though, I was only, like an
illiterate person cravingly absorbed whatever coming at my way; it was an
experience making me feel like an hungry-thirsty traveler wandering or lost in
desert or in hills or in deep inside forest; greedily swallowing what is being
thrown at it`s way through notes, scores, compositions, lyrics and vibrant
frequencies.
What happened to
our folk music? Where are the songs I used to listen to in my childhood in my
mother tongue? Where are the classic-classical
songs I used to enjoy on Vividhbharti? Where are the rare records which I could
not collect or preserve or get access to? Where are the insights which I need
to have, whenever I am listening to particular genre? I am grappling with all
these questions always and also get overwhelmed by whirlwind of this feeling which
exhausts me when I don’t understand any beats, let alone Beatles, Metals, Led....Pink…Blues…Green...Black...
But, then someday, I become restless to search for answers to these questions once ambassadors of music inspire me to listen to
music I have not listened uptill now. These ambassadors are Studio 7.
Thus, as I start
my journey to enjoy songs and music, I don`t really know when I am enlightened by
it and when I am completely seduced by it to forget myself to immerse
completely in it; I don’t know. Because, I am completely indifferent to many
types of music I am listening to. Many ways of songs; in terms of language, meanings;
in form—western, classical, rock, blues, jazz, country, folk, Hindustani,
Karnataki, street music, tribal music, pop, fusion, rap, hip-hop etc; In speed—slow,
medium, fast, hypersonic, subtle, crazy-zigzag, tricky hide-and-seek scores,
spiritually encircling to catch hold of our mind, exploding our bodies with radioactive
energy and rhythmic-harmonious prayer entering my mind to make me more calm,
authentically reflective and honestly sincere in trying to understand what
after all is being played.
I don’t know what
is happening to me but it is not less than what I feel like I am transformed
into a bundle of grass in air
after I am exposed here to music by all of you and by Studio7.
Grass—humble enough
to withstand in the flood of arrogance, complacency and claim of expertise.
Grass—with
same equanimity—‘coming back to life’
in green color--in every season, either spring, winter and monsoon.
Grass in the air—delicate,
vulnerable, dwarf—but equally determined to devote, surrender and burn itself to
give joy to everyone around through its fragrance, through its wise innocence,
through its dedicated entanglement with soil—it helps to keep myself connected
to ethos of history which inspired psychological
undercurrents in people—who discovered different religion of music
altogether—leaving all others like us to enjoy, marvel at, to become mad
for it, to melt
our lives to understand it and to dive deep in the seconds/minutes/hours
for
grasping true nature of it.
That makes me live this life, again and again. And nothing
else, trust me!!!
“….singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.”
(----Blackbird)
Studio 7: Rock on, March on!!!
regards
rahul mane, (an ignorant fan !)
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