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.
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June 11, 2013
May 12, 2013
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.
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.
November 03, 2010
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
.
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
.
October 26, 2010
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
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
December 23, 2009
The Porcupine Tree Experience
Music in my head: The Porcupine Tree Setlist @ Mood-i
Today's weather: Chilly.
We were there.
We booked our tickets online for a pittance.
We waited in queue for two hours listening to a group of dumb-girl-stereotypes going "Oh my Gaawwd! I can't believe she's not into P-Tree". We tried not to think of the obvious phallic reference.
We waited. We got hair-gel samples from Gatsby. We watched people play human snakes and ladders for Durex jeans.
We listened to the MoneyBrother soundcheck.
And then, we heard him for the first time- a lone, unaccompanied voice, a-capella-ing "Way out of here". We didn't believe at first that it could be him. We thought it was probably some IIT pricks goofing around. Until we heard the first of the riffs from "Blind House".
We got carried by our feet and ours ears to the source of the sound. We found barricades, we strained to look over, under and through them. We climbed up to the top of the Swimming Pool wall.
We finally saw them. Steven Wilson on an acoustic guitar, singing "Time Flies". We craned our necks to absorb the whole scene. The other musicians waited for their cue. "...and the best thing that you can do, is take whatever comes to you, 'cause time flies...".
We cheered on throughout the song. We saw Gavin Harrison thumping away purposefully on his enormous drum-set. We saw Richard Barbieri hiding behind his shades as always, working five sets of keys. We saw John Wesley and heard his crooning voice as he backed up Stevie W. We saw Colin Edwin, playing effortlessly, with his usual spaced-out smile.
And then, they played "Open Car".
The small crowd atop the swimming pool erupted, threatening to bring down the wall. We sang along, we banged our heads, and we finally stopped. It was over.
The instruments were covered with black cloth. Soundchek was over.
We returned, for a while to Burgers and Dew and Gatsby, and then walked over just as the queue for entry to the OAT was being formed. We were lucky. In ten minutes, we looked behind us and saw the longest queue we had ever seen in our lives.
We waited- one hour, then two, and finally we the line started crawling forward ever so slowly. We watched as a group of people trying to jump the queue being met with a thick bamboo in the rear from a security guard.
People with iPods were thrown out of the line, somewhat appropriately, what with Steven Wilson's iPod breaking campaign. We moved forward, and half an hour behind schedule, we were finally in.
We listened, very superficially, to the last of the Semi-Pro finalists. Then Parikrama, the opening act, came on stage. They were average, and full of themselves. They sang two lame-ass songs which they claimed was inspired by Lord of the Rings. Peter Jackson would've murdered them. Their violinist was holding the act together, and their egos were badly hurt when they were bc-mc-ed in between songs. Their response was weak and baseless, with some crap about psychology. Their final song seemed never-ending, and the crowd erupted in a cheer of relief when they left the stage. They must've assumed that we liked them. If you're reading this, Parikrama, you're a good band, but you sucked yeterday.
Finally, the stage was prepared for Porcupine Tree by their technicians. Some annoying ads were played on the big screen as this was being done, which met with curses from the crowd, much like the Nokia incident during the Opeth concert at Chennai. (click here and here for more info)
And then, the wait was over.
Steven Wilson and co. exploded into the powerful riff of "Occam's Razor" and continued on to "Blind house". We expected them to play the whole of "The Incident", but we were in for a surprise as a hearty "Namaste India!" from SW was followed by, would you believe it, "Sound of Muzak". It was executed flawlessly, with the crowd joining in for the chorus. If that wasn't good enough, "Hatesong" followed, and it was amazing, right from the baseline to SW's weird solo, to the little drum innovations from Harrison. We then re-heard "Open Car". It was better than before. We were delirious.
And if this was delirium, what followed was, I don't know, madness, perhaps. Arguably their most popular song, "Lazarus" brought even those dumasses who had their asses parked for the first two songs to their feet. We waved our back-lit cellphones in appreciation. And six minutes later, we started banging our heads to the explosive intro to "Blackest Eyes".
Masterpieces followed one after the other, with "The Start of Something Beautiful", the first half of "Russia on Ice" and the second half of "Anesthetize".
This was followed by "Time Flies". It started as perfectly as the rest of the gig so far, but in the middle, the unthinkable happened. The drums and keys lost power for a few seconds, and the visuals went blank. But the true professionals that they were, they recovered in less than a couple of seconds to end in style. A couple of more songs from the incident followed with "Octane Twisted", "The Seance", and "Circle of Manias".
What followed was probably the high point of the concert. "Way Out of Here" combined perfect vocals, guitars, drums, bass- the usual, with visuals that can't be adequately described with the word stunning.
They bowed out after this, and some of the aforementioned dumasses started to walk out, thinking the concert was over. Sure as hell, they were left feeling stupid as the band returned for an encore, and what an encore it was.
It started with "Trains". It was brilliant. The solo, the clapping, it was the stuff of dreams.
And then the finale. The best for the last.
"You can be right like me, with God in a hole, you're a righteous soul,
I've got a Halo 'round me, I've got a Halo 'round me...
'Cause I've got a Halo 'round my head.
Thank you India!"
And then, they were gone.
Now, we say, suffused with pride and joy and disbelief, that, yes, we were there, on the night of the 21st of December 2009, a night which we will remember as (as quoted by the Parikrama frontman, one of the few things he said that actually made sense) Porcupine Tree Night for the rest of our lives.
Bully for the dumasses who weren't there.
Today's weather: Chilly.
We were there.
We booked our tickets online for a pittance.
We waited in queue for two hours listening to a group of dumb-girl-stereotypes going "Oh my Gaawwd! I can't believe she's not into P-Tree". We tried not to think of the obvious phallic reference.
We waited. We got hair-gel samples from Gatsby. We watched people play human snakes and ladders for Durex jeans.
We listened to the MoneyBrother soundcheck.
And then, we heard him for the first time- a lone, unaccompanied voice, a-capella-ing "Way out of here". We didn't believe at first that it could be him. We thought it was probably some IIT pricks goofing around. Until we heard the first of the riffs from "Blind House".
We got carried by our feet and ours ears to the source of the sound. We found barricades, we strained to look over, under and through them. We climbed up to the top of the Swimming Pool wall.
We finally saw them. Steven Wilson on an acoustic guitar, singing "Time Flies". We craned our necks to absorb the whole scene. The other musicians waited for their cue. "...and the best thing that you can do, is take whatever comes to you, 'cause time flies...".
We cheered on throughout the song. We saw Gavin Harrison thumping away purposefully on his enormous drum-set. We saw Richard Barbieri hiding behind his shades as always, working five sets of keys. We saw John Wesley and heard his crooning voice as he backed up Stevie W. We saw Colin Edwin, playing effortlessly, with his usual spaced-out smile.
And then, they played "Open Car".
The small crowd atop the swimming pool erupted, threatening to bring down the wall. We sang along, we banged our heads, and we finally stopped. It was over.
The instruments were covered with black cloth. Soundchek was over.
We returned, for a while to Burgers and Dew and Gatsby, and then walked over just as the queue for entry to the OAT was being formed. We were lucky. In ten minutes, we looked behind us and saw the longest queue we had ever seen in our lives.
We waited- one hour, then two, and finally we the line started crawling forward ever so slowly. We watched as a group of people trying to jump the queue being met with a thick bamboo in the rear from a security guard.
People with iPods were thrown out of the line, somewhat appropriately, what with Steven Wilson's iPod breaking campaign. We moved forward, and half an hour behind schedule, we were finally in.
We listened, very superficially, to the last of the Semi-Pro finalists. Then Parikrama, the opening act, came on stage. They were average, and full of themselves. They sang two lame-ass songs which they claimed was inspired by Lord of the Rings. Peter Jackson would've murdered them. Their violinist was holding the act together, and their egos were badly hurt when they were bc-mc-ed in between songs. Their response was weak and baseless, with some crap about psychology. Their final song seemed never-ending, and the crowd erupted in a cheer of relief when they left the stage. They must've assumed that we liked them. If you're reading this, Parikrama, you're a good band, but you sucked yeterday.
Finally, the stage was prepared for Porcupine Tree by their technicians. Some annoying ads were played on the big screen as this was being done, which met with curses from the crowd, much like the Nokia incident during the Opeth concert at Chennai. (click here and here for more info)
And then, the wait was over.
Steven Wilson and co. exploded into the powerful riff of "Occam's Razor" and continued on to "Blind house". We expected them to play the whole of "The Incident", but we were in for a surprise as a hearty "Namaste India!" from SW was followed by, would you believe it, "Sound of Muzak". It was executed flawlessly, with the crowd joining in for the chorus. If that wasn't good enough, "Hatesong" followed, and it was amazing, right from the baseline to SW's weird solo, to the little drum innovations from Harrison. We then re-heard "Open Car". It was better than before. We were delirious.
And if this was delirium, what followed was, I don't know, madness, perhaps. Arguably their most popular song, "Lazarus" brought even those dumasses who had their asses parked for the first two songs to their feet. We waved our back-lit cellphones in appreciation. And six minutes later, we started banging our heads to the explosive intro to "Blackest Eyes".
Masterpieces followed one after the other, with "The Start of Something Beautiful", the first half of "Russia on Ice" and the second half of "Anesthetize".
This was followed by "Time Flies". It started as perfectly as the rest of the gig so far, but in the middle, the unthinkable happened. The drums and keys lost power for a few seconds, and the visuals went blank. But the true professionals that they were, they recovered in less than a couple of seconds to end in style. A couple of more songs from the incident followed with "Octane Twisted", "The Seance", and "Circle of Manias".
What followed was probably the high point of the concert. "Way Out of Here" combined perfect vocals, guitars, drums, bass- the usual, with visuals that can't be adequately described with the word stunning.
They bowed out after this, and some of the aforementioned dumasses started to walk out, thinking the concert was over. Sure as hell, they were left feeling stupid as the band returned for an encore, and what an encore it was.
It started with "Trains". It was brilliant. The solo, the clapping, it was the stuff of dreams.
And then the finale. The best for the last.
"You can be right like me, with God in a hole, you're a righteous soul,
I've got a Halo 'round me, I've got a Halo 'round me...
'Cause I've got a Halo 'round my head.
Thank you India!"
And then, they were gone.
Now, we say, suffused with pride and joy and disbelief, that, yes, we were there, on the night of the 21st of December 2009, a night which we will remember as (as quoted by the Parikrama frontman, one of the few things he said that actually made sense) Porcupine Tree Night for the rest of our lives.
Bully for the dumasses who weren't there.
October 16, 2009
G-Man is coming to get you raa!
Music in my head: Mono - Pure as Snow(Trails of the Winter Storm)
Today's weather: Morose
He can see you.
Guzzling gunpowder, glowing amidst the gory remains of gall-less gladiators, in all the glory of his gigantic yet glamourous, geisha-esque glutes, gay as springtime, he gauges your every move.
He can see you. The question is, can you see him?
G-Man.
In all major cinemas this November with subtitles in 14 major languages, including klingon, elvish and calculus.
Check out the Promo Videos with the G-Man OST, both the happy version and the sad version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP9IrU6qvDA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6y3d7Wn9mI
Lyrics:
G-Man OST - Performed by Why Saar?
Is there a crisis?
Here's G-Man.
Filled up with faeces?
Here's G-Man.
Endangered Species?
Here's G-Man.
Destraay yuar Englees?
Here's G-Man.
G-G-G-G-G-Man!
Fighting Crime Like only he can!
Geeeeeee-Man, Man, Man....
Today's weather: Morose
He can see you.
Guzzling gunpowder, glowing amidst the gory remains of gall-less gladiators, in all the glory of his gigantic yet glamourous, geisha-esque glutes, gay as springtime, he gauges your every move.
He can see you. The question is, can you see him?
G-Man.
In all major cinemas this November with subtitles in 14 major languages, including klingon, elvish and calculus.
Check out the Promo Videos with the G-Man OST, both the happy version and the sad version.
http://www.yout
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6y3d7Wn9mI
Lyrics:
G-Man OST - Performed by Why Saar?
Is there a crisis?
Here's G-Man.
Filled up with faeces?
Here's G-Man.
Endangered Species?
Here's G-Man.
Destraay yuar Englees?
Here's G-Man.
G-G-G-G-G-Man!
Fighting Crime Like only he can!
Geeeeeee-Man, Man, Man....
June 06, 2009
One day...
Music in my head: Parkway Drive- Romance is Dead
Today's weather: Rain
One day for power. One day for raw, untrammeled, uninhibited, unfettered, power.
One day for mesmerising brutality, for all-consuming hatred, for awe-inspiring evil.
One day for melting strings, for burning fretboards, for shattered keys, for broken drums.
One day for weak knees, for ruptured eardrums.
One day for banging heads.
One day for the rise of the machine, for the fall of civilisation as we know it.
One day in Mordor with the Nazgul of modern entertainment.
One day. Sunday, 21 June. Look for me on the DVDs.
One day in Hell.
Today's weather: Rain
One day for power. One day for raw, untrammeled, uninhibited, unfettered, power.
One day for mesmerising brutality, for all-consuming hatred, for awe-inspiring evil.
One day for melting strings, for burning fretboards, for shattered keys, for broken drums.
One day for weak knees, for ruptured eardrums.
One day for banging heads.
One day for the rise of the machine, for the fall of civilisation as we know it.
One day in Mordor with the Nazgul of modern entertainment.
One day. Sunday, 21 June. Look for me on the DVDs.
One day in Hell.
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