Lullaby

I wrote this song when I was 19. There wasn't too much to 'write' really - just the repeating guitar part and a couple of lines of lyrics. Added a second (and a bit of a third) guitar to it, and re-recorded it, 5 years hence.

Apparition

Here's my latest recording -  a demo for a tune I had been mulling over for a while. By demo I mean parts of it a slightly off, but the overall quality is pretty good - now that I have (borrowed) some good recording equipment.
This blog's been dead for a while, and, in a manner of speaking, so have I. This may be a resurrection, or it may not, but here's something for the moment. The lyrics were conjured up on the fly - I had the tune in my head, and fit in words that sounded appropriate, so in spite of the fact that they look all abstract and Steven Wislon-ey, they're really not:

Pink moon rising, then colliding,
Into fireflies, vaporizing.
Raining stardust, gold and glowing,
Spiral embers ebbing, flowing.

Rising, falling,
Dreaming, sighing,
Sleeping, screaming,
Living, dying.

Sunrise, sunset, moonshine, starlight,
Dawn and dusk and day and night,
A moment here, a premonition,
A wispy ghost, an apparition.

Midterm Crisis

Music in my head: Ef - Två
Today's weather: Snow predicted on Friday.

I'm freezing. I'm studying. I'm chopping vegetables. I'm scanning books. I'm sleeping. I'm eating cheap pizza. I'm bitching about life. I'm counting costs. The preceding is the basis for the vector space that my life has now become. Everything I do is a linear combination of all these things.

Grad school has thus made me a nerd. However, I am told (by many reliable sources) that a nerd who plays the guitar is chick fodder. So to keep my spirits up, I still play the guitar occasionally and try to conjure up a smoking hot audience in my head. But when I close my eyes, all I can think of is Orthogonal vectors and Canonical forms. I have been infected.

But this infection is good for me. I have a midterm tomorrow, and I hope that this one, like the one last week, goes well. So I'm trying to do everything I did the night before the last midterm tonight. And that was when I wrote the previous post.

But I was not blessed by the Flying Spaghetti Monster with a brilliant inspiration today. I tried to come up with some nice riffs, but nothing sounded good. Maybe I'm not supposed to do well tomorrow. Or maybe I'm supposed to do even better than I did last time. Only FSM knows.

But I'll be damned if I give up without a fight. I had a bunch of recordings of stuff from happier, better days in Trichy, a place that seems almost idyllic in my head. Shame on me. So I took those recordings, cleaned them up on audacity and uploaded them. Here they are.

If I don't do well in the midterm tomorrow, the first thing I'll do is come back and delete this post. The second thing I'll do is shake my fist (Homer Simpson style) at humanity.

Four Stages edit by krishnac


Valley of Flowers by krishnac


Sleep project by krishnac



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Grad School Therapy

Music in my head: Steven Wilson - Home in Negative
Today's weather: Getting colder

It's been a long time. Why? Grad life sucks.
I've been doing homework after homework, and after a point, it just seems an exercise in futility. What's the point? So I decided to mix things up a little. It had been a long, long time since I really did something with my guitar, so I decided to record some shit, to relax, maybe reduce the rate of brain cell death.
And I found that just closing your eyes and playing whatever comes to your mind is extremely relaxing, therapeutic even. I accidentally played this riff with a nice ring to it, and decided to set one of my old poems to tune over it. What do you know, it actually sounded half decent. Then I decide to become really pretentious, so I add a little slide guitar bit in, using a small bottle of mouth-freshener as my slide. Add some echo on audacity, and voila. Here it is. Listen to it, ignore the crappiness of the recording, and tell me how it is. You'll be contributing to my therapy!

Moondust by krishnac