Sunday, November 01, 2009

Musical Blues

Dear Mr. Rahman,

Let me introduce myself as a BIIIG fan of your music. When I heard Roja for the first time, it had an impact on me that no other album (not even any of yours) could hope to give. It was an entirely new sound that I was hearing, and if I were forced to pick one word to describe it, it would be “Sophisticated”. The recording was suave, and the use of percussions was a leap from the days of the drums used in the interludes of “Ninnukori Varnam”. Yup, the beats sounding like they never had before, gave an entirely new dimension to experiencing songs, even simple tunes like “Rukumani Rukumani”. It was not that only the beats or tunes alone contributed to the greatness of the songs. It was the entire experience of listening to the guitar strings and the keyboard opening the song by slowing raising the tempo and suddenly finding beats which sounded like digital water droplets falling on the ground accompanying a chilly folk humming, setting the ground for the lines “Pudhu Vellai Mazhai” to be sung. I experienced Goosebumps every time they played the song on the show they called “Oliyum Oliyum”, and Sir, Kafam Fe; I get the same haunting feeling even today.

And you wouldn’t stop with it. Film after film, you upped the ante, and we were left gasping for more. Gentleman, Kadhalan, Indian, Bombay followed and I was hearing the songs not just in “Oliyum OLiyum” (Sheesh…how do I differentiate the two Tamil “L’s in English) but also in “Ek Se Badkar Ek” (The Hindi songs countdown). You were a national rage. And it swelled me with Illad Pride that you were recognized as a legend Pan-India. “Chayya Chayya” was hailed as the new National Anthem. As the years rolled by and you brought a new shelf for keeping all those awards, the whole world became a stage for you with “Bombay Dreams”. Madras became Chennai, and I still used to wait eagerly for your albums, but was getting irritated and impatient by the day as the wait was too long for each one to come out. Like jerking off in old age.

Cut to the present. When a new movie of yours releases, it’s no longer the sense of anticipation that I experience. It’s more of an eerie trepidation, the sort of feeling you get when the results of an examination are announced, and you have no clue as to how you have done. And invariably when I hear the music for the first time, there is a sinking feeling. “What sort of music is this? I don’t like it. The previous album was much better”. But then, the Google Talk statuses pop up one by one. “Fiqrana!”.”Shanno Shanno!”. You even have a new moniker as evinced by the Tweets about “ARR rocks”. And Facebook walls are filled with your other sobriquet that only Pulitzer winners could have come up with: “The Mozart of Madras delivers. Yet again!”Isai Puyal” is passé. After all, you now belong to the whole of India. How could we bind you to our hometown with vernacular epithets?

And then, the Human Mind starts thinking.” Hey! How could the whole world like the music except you? It means there is something wrong with you. I always maintain that you don’t listen to those English songs. It’s the reasons why you don’t win quizzes. It’s also the reason you are not able to appreciate the World Influences of Rahman’s music. Look at you. You are listening to Chinna Kannan Azhaikkiraan by Ilayaraja right now. You are being insanely romantic about an era you are not even familiar with. You are caught in a time warp. Look at your juniors. They are swayed by the music as the children to the music of the Pied Piper of Hamlin And look at you. You have enqueued “Choole Le Ne Do Nazuk Hoton” by Mohd. Rafi. Does your dad listen to these songs? You need to Wake Up Sid! Listen to the gems from Rahman’s latest jewel box. Follow this psuedocode:

Function likeARR(input song)

While( song.liked=False)

Song.play;

Return song.liked;

And when I finally break out of the seemingly infinite loop, I am convinced. No, self indoctrinated. “ I love the songs. Look at the layers of the music behind the veneer of the tune. It’s truly class. Keep Bass low. Raise the volume. You will hear those magical seconds of the guitar. You couldn’t have heard it the first time. That’s why you should listen to the songs over and over again. Each listening experience is truly a revelation. The songs are so deep. ARR is ARR.”

But sometimes, sanity prevails. Like it happened with “Blue”. No amount of brain-washing could lead me to such an inebriated condition as to like the songs. I have not listened to Kylie Minogue before. So, you couldn’t tempt me with that carrot. The Udit Narayan song sounds like the “Dance Pe Chance” in “Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi”. I can’t understand the fuss behind “Fiqrana”. I like “Aaj Dil Gustakh hain”. Though it’s not great.

The sad truth with Blue is had it been done by someone else, (say Yuvan Shankar Raja), it would have been a great attempt by their standards. And paradoxically, it wouldn’t have got the same attention. But you Mr. Rahman are a demi-god. You could have babbled in speech and it would sound like “Narumugaiye”. How could you bring yourself to compose this drivel by your standards? Or maybe you knew how the film would shape into. So didn’t bother trying to salvage a sinking ship. After all, it’s an Underwater Adventure Film. The sinking ship would anyways go where it belonged. Underwater. Maybe you are pissed that someone as undeserving as Zayed Khan manages to sneakily co-star with a bevy of stars in movies which you compose music for with alarming frequency. Maybe you are trying a paradigm shift in the Indian music scene by moving the focus on the tune and its melodic content to a futuristic music setting where the tune takes a backseat and only the “sound” of the song matters. Maybe you fused this with the concept of stand-up comedy, by having tunes which are effectively one-liners, like the jokes dished out by the comedians. Feed the one-liner into a loop machine. Add layers of technology. Voila! Song Composed Manufactured.

Your early songs were all durable. I can still listen to “Chikku Bukku Rayile” with the same excitement as I did when I was six. But I already yawn at “Shanno Shanno”. Is it that you were an idealist youth then, and have been beaten down by age? Are you trying to prove with your present music that life itself is ephemeral, and nothing contrary to its fleetingness should be attempted? With all digital the sampling in your songs, are you trying to showcase the polarity of the views and the Manichean outlook that we seem to have towards life, universe and everything? Is it a lament on the binary distinction between the haves and have-nots? Are all those layers and layers of music a stark comment on the pervasiveness of Technology in Man’s life ? Is it an oblique reference to how complex life has become now, compared to the simple but creative life that Man led before, using Raja’s music as a metaphor? Or are you having a ball of a time playing “Emperor’s New Clothes” on a scale never attempted before?

At this moment, a line from “Padariyen Padipparieyen” in “Sindhu Bhairavi” comes to mind.

Ennavo Raagam, Ennannavo Thaalam
Thalaya Aattum Puriyaadha Koottam”

It’s funny I had to choose a line from a Raja composition. Is it because your songs preclude lyrics gaining any important over your music that I was not able to recollect anything meaningful to put here? It’s also a bizarre coincidence that through the course of writing this letter, there was not even a single song composed by you in my playlist. Or is it?

I don’t want the sampling. I don’t want all those layers of music. I don’t want the technology. Just give me Rahman without the frills.

Yours lovingly

Ajay

Monday, June 15, 2009

Valhalla and Ilayaraja

It's 11 in the night. I am about to make my bed. Mom and Dad are already asleep. I keep the TV volume to a nearly inaudible low. I go to my room to check if my laptop has been shut down. From the living room, the sound of guitar repeatedly strumming a set of notes emanates. From the Idiot Box. I know the tune. One whiff of the music and I know what's being played. I rush to the living room with the glee of a child rushing to meet its Christmas presents from Santa. The concern for my parent's need to catch some Z's vanishes in thin air as I accelerate the volume up. After all, even if they wake up, they wouldn't mind listening to this; I console the angel in me.

The Pallavi begins shyly, giving glimpses of the genius to come. Almost like a shy bride, singing for her in-laws and fiancee when they have come to her place to see her and judge her worthiness. Like how she starts coyly, but within that demure cantabile, she impresses them. The would-be groom expectantly looks at his father, who is overjoyed. The mother is unmoved, however is waiting to hear how the song unfolds.

The first line is simple. Has only 1 Swara. Anyone who randomly places the bow of a violin to a string in the middle would get the sound. 1 Swara. Only Sa. 1 Swara.

As the song plays out, the violin faithfully accompanies, giving an almost aching end to the otherwise cheerful lines of melody.

There is no fuss about the song. There are no layers of music. No fancy digital sampling. No unheard-of-instruments captured by a synthesizer. The beats don't beat down the lyrics. There are few instruments. The violin, the Veena, the flute, the keyboard and drums. Nothing fancy. For most of the song, they don't try to overshadow the singer. SPB. No one could have sung it better. Even if it were sung better, it wouldn't have sounded like SPB. And it wouldn't be the same song.

The interlude flows by. The Carnatic extends its hands to the Western in a dignified manner. Starting with the flute, it progresses to the keyboard till the violins take over. All the while, known only to the discerning listener, the background beats is provided by Drums! In an unassuming way, no grand Thani Avartanam for the drums here. And with that, a whole generation was introduced to the composer's brand of East-meets-West music in a subtle way.

In the semi-classical Charanams that follow, the music also pushes the lyrics into the frontstage. Few composers have been gracious enough to give an equal importance to lyrics in the song. As the Charanam reaches a crescendo towards the end, the lines become bolder :

"Kaigal idaithanil nuzhaigayil idaiveli kuraigaiyil
eriyum vilakku siriththu kangal moodum "

(As the hands clasp and the gap between the lovers reduces, the burning lamp laughs and closes its eyes in shame). Incidentally a similar imagery is used in the Charanams of "Nenjinile Nenjinile" from "Uyire".

Sample this in the next Charanam :

"Viyarviyin mazhailae payiraagum paruvamae"
(
In the rain of sweat that arises out of sexual tension, the youth gets fructified and harvested)
Bold lines for 1982. And till date, our lyricists keep harping around similar ideas about love.

Probably the only sore note about the song is its picturization. The beautiful melody is reduced to an amateur gymming session in the garden between the hero (a young Karthik, who desperately tries his best to save the choreography gone horribly wrong) and the heroine (a deadpan Jikki, Gemini Ganesan's daughter who thankfully disappeared after this film) who seem content playing Catch-Catch with each other. And that this was directed by none other than Sridhar, who gave us great movies like "Kadhalikka Neramillai" and "Kalyana Parisu" with great songs picturized beautifully, just shows us how bad a swansong a great auteur can get.

The song is "Panivizhum Malarvanam" from "Ninaivellam Nithya (1982)". I always have loved Ilayaraja. My early childhood was spent astonishing relatives with renditions of "Sundari Kannal Oru Seithi" (Thalapathi) and "Innum Ennai Enna Seiyya Pogirai" (Singaravelan). All this before I was 5. When I was 5, "Roja" happened. A.R. Rahman became the rage of the day. I was swept off my feet. Ilayaraja faded away into the dark corners of my grey cells. When I was in 9th Std, I heard this song for the first time. But I was so mesmerized by its beauty that I could only half retain its tune and its lyrics. So I couldn't search the song out in the net. Then 2 years later, in my 11th Std, I heard it again. And this time I made sure to note the first lines. And I got the song. It was an eye-opener for me. It opened me to a world of music beyond Rahman. It introduced me to the beauty of Raja songs. The songs were a brilliant mix of light carnatic music with glimpses of western classical and contemporary pop. For a guy grounded in Carrnatic Music, but thankfully without any shackles preventing me from having a myopic vision towards other styles of music, this was perfect. With "Panivizhum Malarvanam" I had found my Valhalla in the music of Ilayaraja.



Monday, April 06, 2009

Of Cheaters and Quizzes

This is a comment I pasted on Arun "Vlad" TP's blog http://aruntp.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/the-misadventures-of-the-muscle-gang-a-pim-and-the-fuheads. Kindly go through it too.

Hey,great job mate. Such things piss one off when one is organizing a quiz. It pains to see good quizzers who come to your event for your sake and end up giving way to lesser worthy people because of malpractices.

I would use this forum to talk about what has happened thrice during Informalz quizzes including "Weakest Link and "Jeopardy". I am not giving names here, but people can figure out who I am referring to.

The best lady quizzer of our batch (who's the best BOB BITS never had IMHO) always graces our quizzes and as expected cracks the prelims. What's always queer is that the person sitting next to her always gets through to the finals having the same marks. What's even more queer is that the answers too match. These are obvious cases of cheap cheating which ensure that out Lady Quiz has one less opponent to deal with during the finals.

In events like "Weakest Link" where participants are eliminated after every round, this works to the favour of these slimy quiz swindlers as they get to sit next to each other. This ensures Mother Quiz doles away answers to her undeserving sidie in the quiz, creating a cartel on stage and eliminating better people on stage.

Many quizzers who I respect, including Psyche have been denied of an entry to the finals because of this con-women.

Finally, i must congratulate Uncle Sid, who while conducting "Weakest Link 2k7" pissed her off on stage so much (including questioning her questionable sex) that she left the quiz in a huff with her lackey, upon which, he recalled a guy who had been eliminated the previous round back tho the quiz saying "We now will have a true quizzer on stage!".

That I've written so much speaks strongly about how affected I am from these incidents of malpractices. People should sit down and find ways to eliminate this shit.

Ajay

PS: Hell, Ive written so much I think I'll post it in my blog and link u too.