Thursday, November 30, 2006

Baawre Dhun

Rarely do I continue to love a copy after seeing the original. But what are rules worth, if you don't break them?

Dheemi Dheemi from 1947 Earth is among my favourite songs made in Hindi cinema. I have so been in love with the raw tenderness (and Hariharan's voice, Rahman's music, Nuttgen's camera, Nandita and Rahul's innocent romance that oozes from the screen, oh, everything).

Dheemi Dheemi (on YouTube)

Betrayed, is exactly how I should have felt when I saw Raindrops in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Raindrops (on YouTube)

But, all copies are not equal. Transplanting the essense of a classic, halfway across the globe and making it work so beautifully, is art in itself. They have done a great job in keeping the most important elements - two beautiful people. check. excellent composition. check. great voice. check. beautiful tones and camera. check. Seriously, what the world needs is more copies of this kind.

Thanks to Kundalini for linking to Baawra Mann (from Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi), that brought back memories of these two wonderful songs.

Note to self: Refrain from having a single song on the playlist - which one ends up playing 9 hours straight (while at work). That song (aka my precious) this week has been Baawra Mann (mp3).

Friday, November 24, 2006

Death by Chocolate

The black-bottom chocolate pie from epicurious. The most wonderfully decadent pie I have ever made.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Down the Memory Lane

Ajeeb aadmi tha woh
Mohabbaton ka geet tha,
bagaawaton ka rang tha
Kabhi woh sirf phool tha, kabhi woh sirf aag tha
Ajeeb aadmi tha woh

(He was a strange man
He was a song of love
who wore the colours of rebellion
Sometimes a flower, sometimes afire
He was a strange man)

- Javed Akhtar's Ode to Azmi.

Kaifi Aur Main is touring North America. An extremely well-executed ode to Kaifi Azmi. Shabana Azmi reads her mother Shaukat Azmi's writing (Yaad Ki Raah Guzar - Down the Memory Lane) and Javed Akhtar reads Kaifi's poetry. And some amazing songs performed by Jaswinder Singh
(which makes the show worth it even if you are only familiar with Kaifi's bollywood lyrics).

You get to know Kaifi, the diehard romantic (who wrote the entire script of the movie Heer-Ranjha in verse), Comrade Kaifi and Kaifi - the little boy from Azamgarh, who wanted to be a poet, whose child-like humor brings chuckles, (for instance, when he describes the song-writing process in films, where the tunes are set and then the poet is asked to fit a poem to the tune, he compares it to digging a grave and then finding a body to fit it, and goes on to say, how his bodies were known to fit just so) :) . And the intense sensitivity and pain, in the poems about his paralysis (where he compares himself to Sita and the lines of fate on his palms to the Lakshman Rekha and how he would rather have Ravana rescue him from the pain, if Ram could not make it).

You also meet Shaukat Azmi, as an innocent young girl whose admiration and adoration for Kaifi turns to love and see their life together through her words.

Commentary on the play, at Sanmathi and more on Kaifi by Bhupinder.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Away with music...err.. a way with music

Spent about two hours last friday, studying Jazz Faces - a concert, a theatre, which means a much larger sample space :)

Sadly, had to resort to this kind of amusement at the SF Jazz Fest concert, with Charles Lloyd, Zakir Hussain and Eric Harland.

Have heard some good fusion, this wasn't it. Great musicians, no doubt, are like perfect nuclei. But that alone does not make good fusion - that explosive energy. Energy like when Remember Shakti performs. (Listen at the cosmic elevator).