A little mood music for Saturday night. Along with an absurd realization that I haven’t heard anything earth-shatteringly new in the last few years. At a certain age, you discover new bands by the week. Like how in one summer, Janis Joplin and Steely Dan became more than just names. Not to say I don’t discover things these days. But they’re of a different kind. They don’t consume me as much. It wasn’t just rock really. The first time I realized I was listening to Farida Khanum, I wanted to drown myself in something. So I could seal her music in my head. There was a certain obsession to it. The obsession wasn’t for a certain song, but for a certain singer or band’s entire body of work.
I have to wonder if this is an arrogance of a certain kind. A “been there, heard that” sort of wave of the hand that dismisses anything new. But I tried. I even tried listening to Coldplay (and I enjoy them in small doses). For those in the mood for the funnies – listen to this wonderful track by Mitch Benn – Everything sounds like Coldplay now.
And while Mitch Benn is probably being flippant, there’s some truth to it. So on that note, a few links to some music. The incredible, fantastic, beautiful, powerful Janis Joplin singing Move Over.
I could listen to that song over and over again. Which I did, especially through 1999. And then the smooth, puzzling, intense Steely Dan. I always associate Steely Dan with a strange discipline that belongs to recording studios. For instance, their Reelin’ In The Years has such astounding clarity and perfect arrangement. And then, to bring it all to a certain Indo-Gangetic angst, we pull in Farida Khanum’s Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo. (Yes, Yes! I know it isn’t her best, but this is more about mood, you know…)
On some nights, you listen to songs in almost the random order that you discovered them. You exactly remember where you were, the season, the company and the time. And then you sit down to wonder, exactly how old you are.