Rajah Of Groove

The Buddh International Circuit.

2011-10-19T12:11:00.001+05:30

The Buddh International Circuit.

Who could have imagined? A name like that. So classic. So unique. And so perfectly exotic in what still remains essentially a European sport. The circuit we hope is our first step to change that.

There is no large Buddha statue looming at the entrance, however, nor red sandstone walls with minarets and turbaned horse mounted guards staring down at you. Instead, there’s vast open desert-like spaces.

Really vast spaces with new age materials and structures that are foreign to our land.

Serpentine guard rails and swooping grass lawns greet you from the moment you turn off the Noida-Greater Noida Expressway towards the Yamuna Expressway.

In the distance the main Grandstand is visible. It rests like a spaceship. Hovering over tiny mortal beings.

A strange shape etched by German modern-era-race-track designer, Hermann Tilke. Nothing about it reflects India’s diverse culture unlike the hibiscus inspired design in Sepang, Malaysia or the Bedouin tent inspired towers in Bahrain. But it does symbolize opulence in a Grand stand sort of way. Tickets to this stand cost thirty five thousand INR for the race weekend!

We duck into a tunnel that burrows under the Grand Prix calendar’s longest straight where champions Vettel and Co. are expected to reach a staggering 320kmph braking down to a mere 90kmph! This is between Turns 3 and 4. The tunnel leads to the main paddock parking.

Alighting from our bus we stand and gaze around in awe at what really is India’s most pampered stretch of road. Pampered with high grip run-off areas, cemented kerbs, safety fences, manicured landscapes, marshal posts, smooth surface and water bodies even!

It measures approximately 5 kilometers in length and about 20 meters at its broadest width. In F1 this means theoretically 4 cars can run abreast. It has 16 turns in all. Turn 5 and Turn 16 mirror each other.

Whilst Turns 6 through to Turns 15 are sections where eager Indian audiences can get a good long look at each of their helmeted heroes for a significant period of time as the cars dance their routine. There’s a violent splash of saffron, white and green through the grandstands of the circuit reminding us every second where we are.

Just incase the heavenly howling of those Scarlet cars from Maranello transport us elsewhere…

The Medical center has a helipad for emergencies. And the adjacent Paddock Club has private VIP parking. Passes to this club start at about 2Lakh INR per head for a weekend of hob knobbing with the biggies of Bollywood and chopper owners. And unlimited Champagne. If neither interest you and you’d prefer a picnic weekend with friends on a hill side stand like in Spa, Belgium you could. For a rather reasonable 2,500INR you could battle the elements and savor the sounds of those magnificent machines.

And even shoot a few blurry memoirs.

On a track walkabout the sheer size of this venue comes alive. Its like nothing we’ve seen before. It’s a surreal city by itself. Complete with state of art telecommunications and plumbing lines to spectator car parks the size of football pitches. The Madras Motor Sports Track, until now our only dedicated racing venue of International repute is dwarfed in comparison. Mercedes Benz has formed a driving academy at the Buddh. Soon big names will follow suit.

Race officials and Track marshals have been imported from Bahrain for our inaugural round.

They’re expected to groom local talent over the initial learning years.

The JayPee Sports group behind this exotic sounding venue and venture are a solid bunch. Their civil engineering skills are on par with the western world. One wishes the Buddh International Circuit is a first of many such ventures and that their standards in construction and delivery would set a benchmark in modern India’s rise.

The first ever Formula 1™ Indian Grand Prix is to be run over the weekend after Diwali.

An auspicious time for a first.

It’s the first time a small village town named Dankaur in Uttar Pradesh will be listed up there with another small village town called Silverstone, Northamptonshire where it all began 61 years ago.

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This Day The Music Died

2011-10-06T16:48:00.003+05:30

Concert Recap 8

2011-01-31T16:54:00.002+05:30

Old Friends.
My very first gig in London.
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel.
With The Everly Brothers.
Hyde Park.
Sat on the park bench like bookends...

Ecstasy!

Damage

Tix £40

Booze £3

Official Program £12

Concert Recap 7

2011-01-31T08:46:00.003+05:30

Herbie Hancock

Live at the Barbican 2005

I stood in the 'returns' queue

An 'angel' gifted me a free ticket

Worth £40!
A 3 set scenario...

The first 2 were crap...

Set 3 was HH on a Piano

Crisp. Memories...

Damage

Tix £40 but FREE

Booze £11

I'm lovin it!

2011-01-27T18:01:00.000+05:30

This savage country
They want me!
I'm stupid
I'm dumb
But they love me
They're promiscuous
Like my own
Back home
Come let me start
A life here
I think
Or shall I live
For the moment?

you feels like...

2010-05-20T15:00:00.001+05:30

...a squiggly worm

really rapid one

squirming through tunnels

fiber optic ones even...

emerging from here

and there

chatting away

changing latitudes...

confusing me

and the radars

leroy is missin you

when will you squiggle

back to power breaks...

Pixelated

2010-02-07T20:46:00.000+05:30

Whats wrong with Tholkappian
He no longer craves analog
It's all pixel perfection
He exclaims
Excited
Not
Realizing
Blood cells and veins run
Swiftly through his network
To the rhythmic beat of a weary heart

Published

2010-01-30T13:47:00.000+05:30

Formula One 2010: The King returns

Ajit Devadason | 2010-01-29 19:52:37

The King returns. Will his young successors welcome him?

After a 36-month hiatus Michael Schumacher has decided to have another crack at winning in his sport.

"More of the same!" he seems to demand from the sport that defined him. The sport that crowned him. Made him a legend. And carved his initials onto gleaming trophies that he proudly brandished so often all over the world. All other competitors were mere actors. It was his stage. His sport.

His sport however, tore him and wore him out too. At the end of the 2006 season his followers began to believe his best days were behind him. Fernando Alonso had dethroned him twice in 2004-2005 and Ferrari, his team, were getting impatient.

Schumi's return - a gift for Formula One

They wanted a successor. One who would dominate all over again for them. Finnish ace Kimi Raikkonen brought the World Drivers Championship back to Ferrari in 2007, the season after Schumacher's retirement from the sport.

In the following season, Britain's Lewis Hamilton became the youngest ever World Drivers Champion aged 23, for McLaren. And Jenson Button wrapped up the title last season in the dominant BrawnGP car.

These young champions were imposters to his throne. The new rulers in a new era of Formula One. And now they all want to add to their booty.

Sebastian Vettel, touted by many as the next 'king', is in the hunt to claim his rightful throne too. His team Red Bull, had the fastest car last season and have promised him a winner in the New Year. Nico Hulkenburg, another German prodigy, is all set to make his mark as the challenging prince in Formula One.

Meanwhile, the Spaniard, Fernando Alonso is eager to clean up his image after Renault's Singapore 'crash-gate' scandal last year. He along with Felipe Massa, launch a fresh conquest with Ferrari's complete weaponry in 2010. Ferrari have unveiled an aggressive design approach for their new car after suffering a humiliating season.

Amongst all these fiery intentions and battle plans Schumacher has decided to return to what was once his.

Profile: Michael Schumacher

Will the announcement of Michael Schumacher's return worry the new protagonists? Surely any racing driver would want to dice with the legend, go wheel-to-wheel with him, post fastest-lap times and grab pole from him.

Hamilton, Vettel and Hulkenburg have never sat on the grid alongside him before. They have never had the legend as a direct competitor. Would they lift off at Turn 1? Would they brake later than him? To what extreme would they go to win. To beat the king.

One thing's for certain. Schumacher cannot hide his craving anymore. He's out in the open. The whole wide world of Formula One racing is staring into his visor anxiously. There are those who believe he would dominate in the new Ross Brawn penned Mercedes. There are others like ex-Grand Prix driver and former teammate Johnny Herbert who believe he will find it tough.

A three-year contract with the legendary German marque who themselves are returning to conquer the sport they once dominated, takes Schumacher's career full circle. Back to where it all began with Mercedes in Group C Sports cars way back in 1990.

More F-1 news

That's when Michael as a young charger learnt and mastered the art of conserving tyres and fuel. He learnt to endure a race distance. He developed superior race craft, which many years later brought him endless victories in Formula One.

Two decades on Mercedes call on his experience in a bid to maintain the advantage BrawnGP enjoyed in 2009. To rule once more.

But can the King no matter how dominant return to his sport and win all over again? Maybe. But with his return he runs the risk of being conquered. Being banished forever. By young successors, who more than ever, will relish that.

(The author, an avid motorsports fan works at Ogilvy & Mather Advertising, Bangalore. He can be reached at ajitdevadason@mac.com)

Concert Recap 6

2010-01-10T16:02:00.001+05:30

Matt Deighton & I.

Just had to meet up

His band Mother Earth

The coolest acid jazz outfit

Outhere.

Were sharing stage

With the James Taylor Quartet

At Forum.

Maestroes of cool.

Nuff said.

Damage

Tix £25

Boose £13

Concert Recap 5

2010-01-10T15:50:00.007+05:30

All Dylan's concerts

Begin with the lighting

Of incense sticks

Around a statue of Buddha!

Very surreal.

My legs were shaking

As the legend appeared onstage

"And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row"

I discover 4 years later

That in the gig

That very night

Was Noel Da Lima Leitao

Friggin brilliant!

Damage

Tix £108

Tee £40 [for Sis]

Concert Recap 4

2010-01-10T15:37:00.002+05:30

Love of my life
When in England meet her highness
[The gigs both at Wembley and Hyde park]
Were a Kind of magic
Paul Rodgers was a double treat
The crowds were partisan
If The Stones are a Brit tradition
Then Queen's their religion

Giant screens of Freddie
Set the mood

Awesome gigs!

Damage

Tix £40 &£55

Tee £15

Concert Recap 3

2010-01-10T15:18:00.003+05:30

There Ain't no love in the heart of the city
That's so true about London
[Gig was at Hammersmith, Apollo, 2004]
The Burn/Stormbringer medley
Still echoes in my head
As for hearing Coverdale live...
I was a Soldier of Fortune

Damage

Tix £40

Tee £25

Concert Recap 2

2010-01-10T14:56:00.007+05:30

Lost for words!
When I saw the tour dates
Clashing with my holiday
Will I cry?
Will I dance?
Will I miss the train...
Did everything
In good ole Brummy land
And my faith has
Born again

Damage

Tix £55

Tees £41

Concert Recap 1

2010-01-10T14:26:00.009+05:30

The loudest, biggest act
I've ever seen
First heard them in class 5
When "That's the way I wanna rock 'n roll"
Was big

Was terrified of them initially
For their evil sounding name
AC/DC
Love them now
The bunch of geriatrics who can truly roll!

Damage

Tix £85

Tee £20

r&d

2010-01-08T16:13:00.002+05:30

ramanunjan: "My bad"

dude of life: "Don't worry yaar"

ramanunjan: "It ain't stickin d.o.l"

dude of life: "really i tried my best"

ramanunjan: "Oh chill already"

dude of life: "but i owe u lots of money"

dude of life: "how will i face your parents?"

ramanunjan: "With a gun."

dude of life: "im running to sun...."

ramanunjan: "we were last seen headed east...."

Ocelot

2010-01-06T15:32:00.001+05:30

Ocelot, ocelot where have you gone
Morning is over and noon slouches on
Your stripes could all fade in the poisonous day
When you see the sunlight move out of the way

You prance with the beasts who parade every night
And silently slouch through the forest by light
Don’t be the only one left on the block
Come hide in the herd
And float with the flock

Ocelot, ocelot where are you now
You never listen to me anyhow
You wandered and ambled, you walk now you run
Knowing you’ll bake like a snake in the sun
Ocelot, ocelot where are you now?
Won’t you come out to play?

- Trey Anastasio, Phish

Somewhere Above

2010-01-05T16:51:00.003+05:30

Will Michael Jackson arm wrestle Ayrton Senna this year
As Florence Griffith Joyner rehearses a ballet

Would Richard Burns share a lollipop with Colin McRae
While Kurt Cobain and Richard Wright sip nectar

What about Cornelius Bumpus riding Unicorns

Does John Bonham play tetris amongst satin clouds
Unaware of John Denver and Peter Tosh catching fairies

Is there Reggae in the river

Do you reckon Eva Cassidy and Elvis are jiving to Mozart
While Henry Surtees carves paper cars from bamboo

And John Lennon practises origami from orange peels

Is Sundaram Karivardhan trading fruit wine recipes with Jim Clark
As Daijiro Kato prepares his lotus leaf boat

In a shiny lilac dew drop - somewhere above

Meha Rest In Peace

2010-01-04T18:55:00.001+05:30

Caucasian by birth.
I assumed.
How wrong was I.
You're one of us.
You shook me.
Without saying a word.
Now you stir me.
Deep inside.
He's so casual.
That big snapper.
What of the Swede?
Was he aware.
Of the split.
You are.
Has the disorder.
Taken you to a heaven.
Of order.
Hope the sun doesn't set.
Or burn further.

Walajah Road

2010-01-03T23:52:00.000+05:30

Tholkappian sets off
Into the new year
On a superfast
Past Walajah road
His mind wanders
As it quizzes
The origin
Of that name
Was it the Nizam
Or the Brits
Maybe a signboard
Typographical error
Why would a platform
Be christened that way
Who's idea was it
Is it his princess'
Tholkappian smiles...

Linking Us

2009-12-31T00:55:00.000+05:30

In every family
All over the world
In every country
Is that inquisitive

Individual who desires
To be in touch
With current reality
Via the trends

Set on the web
She or he is that
Vital link
Strong or weak?

Raw

2009-12-23T11:38:00.000+05:30

Saw a man burn this morning
Saw a man shot at night
Former lives
Latter dies

That obvious
That real
Thats life
They say

Raw
Like it was
Intended?

Hammers Song

2009-10-10T23:01:00.000+05:30

I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams,
They fade and die.
Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

Hanumesh

2009-09-30T16:15:00.001+05:30

Staring out the window
On a wet noon
Sipping a lucky latte
Fogging his pupils
"What do they do?"
He wonders
To fill their collars
With professions
So intellectual
"Were I not born
Of sperm and egg just like
This entire floor?"
He wonders
Whats he to do
Can he change
The protocol?
Or should he
Acknowledge
The endless lattes
As freebies
From the Goddess
Who creates classes
For experiment
And amuse

BLR 2009

2009-09-24T00:45:00.003+05:30

Am back
Dropped a Swede
Friend of Finn
At his block
In my Jap car
In BLR

The chef
Tasty Italian
The host
Crazy Australian
Drank loads
With an Irishman
In BLR

Rocked to the Stones
On Chinese woofers
Mocked the party mix
Missed the French twit
In BLR

Ab

2009-09-18T09:53:00.004+05:30

Perforation runs on leather
Like bullet holes of life
The seamlessness of sky
Blends blankly into the eye

Urinals are running full
There's demand for every nook
Away on horizon there's vast space
The land the tribes never took

Motorcycles on one wheel parade
A young religion of rebel
Fear not the lurking possibilities
Of virgin crashing deep in hell

Will the universe ever pause
Ever gaze around to see
It's inhabitants, it's pores, it's cells
Its peasants bizarre, you and me

Round Thing

2009-09-13T22:19:00.004+05:30

A ball kicker
I'm not
A gig goer
I am

On the same day
At the same place
We groove
To the bard

A while later
I know you
And your kith
Kick ball too

Now you go
And I wonder
Why you left
So quick

Strange round
Damp thing
Spinning the axis
Taking lives

The Escapist

2009-09-03T03:05:00.004+05:30

Hasn't really
He's stuck
With all of them
Fears

The smileys freeze
They're caught out
In an open conversation
Between his past

And his current
Permanent mermaid
She's swimming afar
Floating fond memoirs

Tugging at his heart
Like an iron anchor
Holding him at bay
Until he confesses

To destiny
That the course
Should change
Bon voyage

She blows perfect
The sailor arrives
And escapes
All over again

1 Days Ago

2009-09-02T17:38:00.004+05:30

How
Archaic
Is
This
Link
That
It
Can't
Update
Itself
From
Plural
To
Singular?

Unknown Caller

2009-09-02T13:25:00.003+05:30

Or do you know him?
Was the ambient sound
Intended
Keylock malfunction

Long distance
Caller has no voice
Has no plan
Just a thought

And a tune
Broadcast love
Cellular transmitter
Leaves you smitten

Unknown caller
The signals fading

Skin

2009-08-26T14:58:00.003+05:30

Every styrofoam piece
Every air conditioner duct
Every polyester panel
Every laminate

Every acetate film
Every fibre glass mould
Every glass wool stuffing
Every plastic blind

Every reinforced wall
Every coir carpet
Every glass sheet
Every steel divider

Every concrete pillar
Every ceramic tile
Every granite slab
Every rubber awning

Every thing
Is skin
Hiding me
From the wild

M(y)otherland

2009-08-21T23:58:00.004+05:30

I think I'm in a relationship
A distant one that depresses

It appears from time to time
Reminding me like an ache

Of how beautiful things could've been
Had I not had a tugging at my heart

For another one that never fulfills
But leaves me cold and staring

Why does it seem so complicated
Why does it appear to decieve

When will I realize
That home is where the hatred is

Disguised as love
Forever

Log Off

2009-08-20T18:41:00.000+05:30

It's 18:45
Another human
Logs off
The system

Bid adieu
Evacuate
The scene
The module

Drive into
The city
Into its chaos
Moods swing

Then suddenly
All is calm
Homes arrived
Innocence

Slaps you
In the face
Like you're
Beautiful

Discs Mix

2009-08-11T00:31:00.003+05:30

I could swear
I heard them
Move
Spin

To their own
Rhythms
Gyrate
In sync

All hundreds of them
Like unhatched creatures
They're in their
Groove

Spinning
And spinning
The whole night
Through

And when you
Pop one open
They play dead
Like they're alive

Kuppam

2009-08-09T22:34:00.003+05:30

Hey little vaastu home
How do you feel
To be splashed with colour
Unnatural

Hey old man of loin cloth
Is that carcass cow
Grazing in the sun
Unforgiving

Hey bizarre town bus
How many trips today
To make a living
Worthwhile

Hey Kuppam
Are you growing to catch
A piece of the promised
Civilization

No you're a village
You like being small
To remain small
Unperturbed

Back to Bhubaneshwar

2009-08-08T14:21:00.006+05:30

After a week
Of senseless spending
Of a buzzing city
Of surreal sensations

I'm brought down to earth
When a mother cries
As the wheels turn
And the serpentine glides

Out of her childs living place
A monkey-man hops across
Abandoned tracks
Just as her heart aches

When will she unite again
Bangalore to Bhubaneshwar the voice snarls
Of orange peels
And crushed juice packs

I'm early
Thanks to panic
I'm late
Thanks to fate

Thermal quartered...

2009-07-28T12:08:00.006+05:30

A woman struggles with autofocus...
While the strobes fade...
The singers gone sour...
There is no soul...

The venue is classic...
The aura is lacking...
The band once mesmerized...
To audiences mature...

Theyre now talking...
To lost juveniles...
To amblers-to anyone...
Who'll listen.

There is no tune...
Surely this cant be...
The groovers of yore...
They've lost their own...

How can they get mine?

This Bird Has Flown

2009-06-16T22:33:00.001+05:30

Back to his sky
Is he welcome?
We'll wait.
And see.

Lord guide him.
Through his flight.
Help him find.
Sight.

May he soar.
To another space.
Of less pain.
Eternal.

Pearls!

2009-05-25T15:19:00.000+05:30

VMMAV

2009-05-22T12:22:00.002+05:30

Coin The Term

2009-05-11T21:44:00.003+05:30

Face time.
Made me search.
For their coin.
Precious.

It landed.
Me the discovery.
Of my life!
Its made this year.

It justifies.
My flight.
To another land.
Far away.

To nod.
To groove.
With the kings.
The Rajahs.

No Static At All

2009-05-11T21:41:00.002+05:30

Tune Xchange

2009-03-12T11:31:00.003+05:30

Bono is screamin
Big words i hear
Neil belts out
Old tunes

In iTunes
A whole world
Of collections
Mingle

Across cultures
Shifting living spaces
Piercing lives
Raising questions

About personal taste
One wonders
How people can live
Without music

Of Purple Sunbird

2009-02-23T16:47:00.005+05:30

And Hibiscus flower
Of wet sand
And fresh turf
Of gentle gravel
And water lily
Of birdhouse
And sunshine
Of heat
And coast
So clean
So pure
The gardeners
tend relentlessly
To nurture
White washed
Walls
Of silence
Of wave
Of tide
Of French colony
Of yore.
Puducherry.

Pearls!

2009-02-18T14:30:00.005+05:30

Culture OK

2009-02-12T14:28:00.003+05:30

Vultures yaakey?

Saffron armies
Have descended
With their
Ideals...

...into
Our city
My city
Your city

We're asking
Questions
We're protesting
We're protesting

Nest

2009-02-11T22:18:00.003+05:30

How do you land
On that perch
Up there so high
Every night

With so much
Remorse and regret
Pain and suspicion
In your heart

Dont you feel
Like flying away
From it all
To another

Nest
Full of love
To lay your
Body and eggs?

Numeric Nothing

2009-01-30T15:01:00.003+05:30

The guy in front
Drives a car
With my ATM pin
On his license plate

The men beside
Ride motorcycles
With my birth date
On their license plates

The bus behind me
Has my Flat number
As its destination
On that license plate

My license plate
Is 3518
Means nothing
In this world

Skink!

2009-01-29T12:24:00.003+05:30

Lie in the sun.
Lie on your back.
Lie to the world.
Lie in.

Lie out.
Dry the sins.
Every drop.
Squander.

Skink.
Yourself.
Out of it.
Forever.

Hah!

Posing Pictures

2008-12-07T23:54:00.002+05:30

When you look
At friends pictures
They all look
So happy

Like they're full
Of life
And happiness
Such a blast

I wonder
If its true
Can it be
So pure

Can everyone
Be happy in
Everything they do?
Wherever they are

Dear friend
Were you posing
For real
Or to complete

The picture.
Will I ever
Find out
Too late

Tha Price Nigga!

2008-11-21T13:42:00.002+05:30

You lose yourself!
You waste blood!
You shine nigga!
Shine!

Why sweat!
When its natural.
To win!
Tall. Rich.

Stevenage Mother!
Half brother...
Look at you smoothie.
You glitter.

You lose yourself!
You waste blood!
You shine nigga!
Shine!

Your names huge.
Bigger than the real one.
Woman shes hot.
You win again!

Lewis.
Win Lewis.
Win.
Peace.

Dont matter does it...

2008-11-18T16:02:00.000+05:30

Sometimes crappy lyrics.
Mean so much!
Sometimes simple things.
Mean so much!

People are the same.
All the time...
Situations can change that.
The crisp air helps.

A fresh surrounding.
Throws new challenges.
You feel exposed.
You feel quietly shy.

I can't keep up.
I never believed I could.
But theres that hope.
Does it matter?

The Whale & The Sausage

2008-11-06T19:21:00.000+05:30

Hah! for want.
Of symbols.
Dont we all.
Belong. Here.

Zoom out.
Look back.
Its all blue.
Zoom deep.

Puff spray.
Strong and mighty.
Mammal. Largest.
Expansive waters.

Chop the curly.
Serve him small.
Mash. Brown.
Staple for people.

These two dorks.
Dont help!

He calls it Morning...

2008-10-07T17:19:00.003+05:30

I'm Gonna Take Myself A Piece Of Sunshine
And Paint It All Over My Sky
Be No Rain..
Be No Rain..

I'm Gonna Take The Song From Every Bird
And Make Em Sing It Just For Me
Bird's Got Something To Teach Us All
About Bein Free, Yeah
Be No Rain..
Be No Rain..

And I Think I'll Call It Morning
From Now On
Why Should I Survive On Sadness
And Tell Myself I Got To Be Alone
Why Should I Subscribe To This World's Madness
Knowing That I've Got To Live On
Yeah I Think I'll Call It Morning
From Now On

I'm Gonna Take The Song From Every Bird
And Make Em Sing It Just For Me
Cause Why Should I Hang My Head
Why Should I Let Tears Fall From My Eyes
When I've Seen Everything There Is To See
And I Know There Is No Sense In Crying
I Know There Ain't No Sense In Cryin
Yeah I Think I'll Call It Morning
From Now On
I'll Call It Morning From Now On, Yeah

Cause There Ain't Gonna Be No Rain
Be No Rain
Be No Rain
From Now On...
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Gil Scot-Heron: "I Think I'll Call It Morning"

Do you like Apple Bob?

2008-09-30T18:04:00.003+05:30

The iPhone.
A revolution.
Present. Future.
Interface. Imagination.
Mankind. Inspire.
Provoke. Generation.

You Bob?

You are culture.
The revolution.
Imagination. Sparkle.
Lyrical. Inspire.
Generations. Future.

Like you.
The iPhone.
Artists. Sculpt.
Critic. Create.
Tease. Masses.
Deciphers. Desire.

In us.
Mere gazers.
Stars.
Fill eyes.

16 Gig .
For you then.
Bob?

Bangkok Bei

2008-09-18T22:28:00.005+05:30

So quaint
So queer
So chilled
So music

Im "Bei"
I'm Vespa
I'm so London
I'm so happening

You're sad
You're doin your job
You're music
So eclectic

Where you going to?
Aah India?
Cornelius is Japanese
Pershings not the band

I'll be back Bei
If I can find you again
In that maze
Night bizarre

Bangkok
Fake affordables
Thought I'd never see
Bye Mr Bei

What It Is..

2008-09-18T22:28:00.002+05:30

Come September
You bring another saviour
To my journey
Called life
Another guitarist
Another attitude
New ways
Of the same routine
This time its fresh
Its risky
Its youth versus
Experience.

A cynical one.
The experiences
Some bitter
Some worth it
All in all
Its been good
For
What it is...

McCandless: Chintu?

2008-08-20T22:08:00.007+05:30

I'm Still Alive.
1992.
Vedder groans.
Alive from TEN.
Piercing lead.
Wails into rock history.

His very wails.
2007.
Echo lonely through.
Alaskan sunsets.
In Into The Wild.
A story. A book. A movie.
Sound track.

What poor soul.
Destroyed by marriage.
Someone else's.
Someone elses lies.
Commitment. Less.
Could wander off.
To find death.
Beautifully.

Did I know you?
Did you hate your Ma.
Could you not face it.
You fell off society.
Married a maid.
Died a skeleton.
Of Aids.

Unlike McCandless.
I remember you.
You liked sport.
You were heavy made.
Theres a bit of you.
Growing up.
Left behind to shape.
His own fate.

As for me.
I'm Still Alive.
...................................

Shes flying...

2008-08-17T23:06:00.002+05:30

She flew away.
The other day.
From the Peninsula.
To the Bridge.

To be with Splitter.
Shes getting to see.
What she wants.
Guess shes happy.

Its a compromise.
We call life.
How long more?
When will it end.

Shallow spectator.
Am I.
Who lays low.
And watches.

I pause and ask myself.
What the preacher wanted.
Theyre both small words.
Tough to decide.

Lust Or Love

2008-08-17T22:57:00.003+05:30

I met a preacher yester.
He asked me to ask myself.
What I already knew.
So I did.

Was it lust?
Was it love?
So what.
Now what.

Ma shut your door.
I hate Talat.
The noise tonight.
Gotto be Dylan.

Im not there.
Exactly.
Im not here.
Either.

Im going back.
To reality.
O the crap.
Surreal is super.

Come pseudo.
Come undone.
Hah what a mass.
Shave it off!

Halve it.
Sweat it!
Are you asking yourself?
What the preacher asked.

Yep.
Still no answer.
Is there.
Love.
Without lust?
Just wondering.

Long Nights

2008-07-28T13:30:00.000+05:30

Have no fear
For when I'm alone
I'll be better off than I was before

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...

I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know

I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground

.................................................

Eddie Vedder - "Into The Wild"

Dozen Years Of Roll...

2008-06-26T23:04:00.005+05:30

They're college life.
They're rock.
They dont cover.
Thats brave.
Here I am.
With Eminem.
Throwing light.
On a subject.
Of yore.
Its amusing.
The world.
We live in now.
So much.
Has happened.
Bruce sounds rich.
As ever.
Its been over.
A decade.
Grand.
India 2020.
Stands on.
This parapet.
Rock on quarter boys!
.................................

Who loves who?

2008-06-25T15:02:00.003+05:30

Its a meandering queue.
The heads are nodding.
Breeze of confusion.
Who loves who?

They're all odd.
Nothings working.
Puzzlement overload.
Who is who?

Show some emotion.
To the ones who care.
Who give a damn.
Why do they?

A stream gurgles nearby.
With lotuses floating.
The pond fairy bathes...
Wake up shithead.
________________________

MP34U2

2008-06-25T00:53:00.004+05:30

.........................

It seems.
Theres.
Only one way.
To.
Relive a Live.
Studio.
Record. Replay.
Spread.
The word.
The tune.
Its gospel.
But thats.
A big.
Ask. So.
Change.
Format.
Compress.
To carry.
Pocket.
Size. Does. Matter.
Quality. Doesn't.
It seems.

..............................

Elliot Scheiner mini CV below...

Grammy Award - Best Engineered Album 2000 for Steely Dan Two Against Nature
Grammy Award - Album of The Year 2000 for Steely Dan Two Against Nature
Grammy Award - Best Pop Vocal Album for Steely Dan Two Against Nature
Grammy Award - "Best Engineered Recording of 1981" Steely Dan - GAUCHO
Grammy Award - "Best Engineered Recording of 1977" Steely Dan - AJA

The Crocodile. Cries.

2008-06-24T18:17:00.004+05:30

Gleaming skin. Reflecting lumen.
Nothing human. Just base instinct.
One for another. Who decides the One.
Heartless tear drop. Do you fall? Coz of gravity?
Gland dysfunction. I'm convinced. You are not serious.
Crush tobacco. Combust gas.
Speed into the fog. End another day.
Resort to text. Transfer pulse.
How can you?

Leech Bite

2008-06-24T10:37:00.000+05:30

It’s numb.
It swells.
It develops.
Into an orgy.
Of mind.
Desire.
Passion.
Betrayal.
Hatred.
Treachery.
Doubt.
Pain.
Then it bursts.
Red blood.
Dry black.
All is black.
All is calm.
All is forgotten.
An itch lingers.
Subsides.
Scratch to reality.
Bursts again.
The orgy is back!
You grow weaker.
Sucker.
Succumb.

The Shadower

2008-06-21T21:23:00.002+05:30

Why record.
The movements.
You make.
In that overcoat.
On Autumn leaf.
Over green grass.
Beside the Palaces.
Of Westminster.
Precisely so.
One can recall.
The crispness.
Of the Northern.
Sun.

Blackfriar Scene

2008-06-21T20:51:00.009+05:30

Nightbird am I...
Atop Blackfriars...
O'er bridge observe...
The deadliness...
Of sea and light...
The fear...
Of wave...
Of night...
Landmark loom...
Cast sketches of cold...
Barges retrieve...
Sailors tired...
Tourist in awe...
Reminiscentia!
Where are ya...
Who is the black friar?
What innocent slave...
Of color so dark....
Red bricks so thick...
The Thames thins...
O let the gala begin...
For it is with purpose.
The Friar drinks...

All At Sea...

2008-06-18T16:11:00.007+05:30

Strange was it.
Wee hours of morn.
To be shaken awake.
By no soul.
A chill spreads all over.
Explanation.
Unprovided.
Were they ghosts?
Were they spirits?
I could hear them dance.
They were thrilled.
The thieving trolls!
They've drugged me.
They've sapped me of smile.
I'm drifting.
The waves are at my ears.
The vastness of doubt.
The silence.
At sea...
..........................................

Hes got everything he needs...

2008-06-16T16:21:00.003+05:30

http://www.bobdylanart.com/index.php?section_id=3

A collection of Bob Dylan's drawings and sketches, created while on a tour of America, Europe and Asia between 1989 and 1992, were published in the book 'Drawn Blank' in 1994. These drawings were re-worked and first shown at a museum exhibition in Germany in autumn 2007, and at Halcyon Gallery, London in 2008. To coincide with this major exhibition the first ever publication of his signed limited edition graphics are premiered at selected galleries across the UK on 14th June 2008.

BOB DYLAN
The Drawn Blank Series

Wannabe!

2008-06-16T11:20:00.003+05:30

You wannabe.
A wannabe?
Tis not easy.
You gotto change.
Your roots.
You gotto sever them.
Trim them bare.
Look like new.
Change the you.
Live another person.
And if it works.
Remain.
The wannabe.
You wannabe.

.............................

Whatever happened to Saturday Night

2008-06-15T02:08:00.003+05:30

Saturdays don't seem to approve.
Saturday night.
Saturnight?
Mistaken vows.
False promises.
Regret.
Hopeless hangover.
Tenterhooks forever it seems.
When will i learn?
When will they learn?
Why doesn't the night fade into eternity...
Like it promises.
That glare is so sharp.
It hurts.
It cranks up the system.
All over again.
We're a winding toy.
Coil up.
Die.
I really should go now...

Juncture.

2008-06-14T00:20:00.002+05:30

a particular point in events of time
.............................................................................

In life's animation.
I'm at this slow frame.
They're squeezing me.
Damn they're bullying me.
They're toying with my cardiac.
They're revenge!
All that beauty.
For me to devour.
Not to consume.
Tis suicidal.
Tis sucking up my air.
Tis clogging my ventricles.
Challenging me to breathe.
I gasp.
I swim.
I float.
I'm barely alive.
Whats worse than none?
Treated by two!
Evil. Looks. Me. Dead.
In the eye.
You an idol?
Do you live on the edge?
Can you not settle for simple.
Settle for simple.
Settle for simple.
Settle...
At this juncture.
Anything is better.
Anywhere is welcome.
Kiss the SMS.

Circus Money

2008-06-10T15:08:00.003+05:30

International Release July 14th

W H A T I S C I R C U S M O N E Y ?

Circus Money is the new CD by Walter Becker,
his first solo release since 11 Tracks Of Whack (1994).

Circus Money is released on the 5 OVER 12 label.

In North America it's distributed by
Mailboat Records, with a release date of June 10.
Worldwide excluding North America, it's distributed by
Sonic360, with a release date of July 14.

http://walterbecker.com/cm.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iowlpXE1YkI&fmt=6
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHyNzWHPVsA&fmt=6

All aforementioned dope taken from walterbecker.com

Which One Fits

2008-06-10T00:57:00.001+05:30

Garden

2008-06-10T00:47:00.000+05:30

"The direction of the eye
So misleading
The defection of the soul
Nauseously quick
I don't question
Our existence
I just question
Our modern needs"

- Eddie Vedder

Perfect you're never...

2008-06-10T00:33:00.003+05:30

Are you special?
Are you desirable?
Or are you just another worm.
Will you be clear?

Wheres your tattoo?
Wheres your cool.
Or have you forgotten.
How to ride.

Look in the mirror.
Your pupils shrink.
You can't tell beauty no more.
You're chasing a slut.

How would you know?
Can you label?
Or is there something else.
Is she unbelievable.

You struggling to believe.
Nobody's perfect dude.
Dude?
Dude of life?

Paint another canvas.
The colors you like.
Tear it apart when you want.
Light that joint kid.

Like a fire fly...

2008-06-09T15:42:00.005+05:30

Fire fly
Fire fly
Burn so bright
Set the night alight
Light up dreams
Stick them in the mind
Then you disappear.
Where do you go to?
Under which leaf?
Is it damp?
Is it cold...
My bones ache.
.....................................
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

- Robert Allen Zimmerman

Jess. Camelus

2008-06-06T17:06:00.000+05:30

A dream.
A dream.
Of long necks.
Of long legs.
Of fur.

Four storeys to go.
Stubborn animal.
Pull. Shove.
Push the beast.
Hey wait!

These are sculptures.
Not real.
I'm in my car.
It's my ship.
Wheres the desert?
Dream on.

Roadtrip

2008-06-06T15:34:00.000+05:30

A Roadtrip is scary.
Scary excites.
'Excites' defies solitude.
Solitude is depressing.

Depression is grey.
Grey is old.
Old is slow.
Slow is boring.

Boring needs adventure.
Adventure is scary.
Scary is a Roadtrip.

Shut up and ride.

Part...

2008-06-05T01:04:00.007+05:30

Your toes. Your hands.
Your feet. Your nose.
Your lips. Your eyes.
Your body. Your soul.

Your hair. Your ears.
Your shoulders. Your breasts.
Your hips. Your body.
Your soul. Your sparkle.
Your smile. Your innocence.
Your sleep. Your flaunt.
Your body. Your soul.
I love.

Will I end up.
In your Face. Book.
Click. Click.

Prune June.

2008-06-02T16:10:00.000+05:30

I mean trim it.
I want it fly by night.
Pollinate in the rain.
Leave me alone.
Leave the groove.
Monks the taste.
Hate dawn.
It changes her.

Fast forward to own.
C'mon c'mon...

Am I winning here?
Clueless in Varthur.
Yeah thats what its like.

Its Crossroads buddy hell!

2008-05-30T13:11:00.000+05:30

That time of the month.
May day.
day May.
I've reached one of lifes crossroads.

Its dizzying.
Cant tell dawn from dusk.
Alcohol abandon.
Lest you trip again.

Cant tell that creature...
Dragon?
Can tell that tone...
Hmmm...nice

Frightful Friday.
Crossroads.
Which way do I go?
No I dont need your help.

I'm a man.
I know what to do.
Atleast I think I do.
Go left go left!
Thats where it hurts...

Warm Wednesday.

2008-05-28T21:35:00.000+05:30

Warm. Covered with emotion.
That feeling of hope.
That confirmation of how good you are.
You've got a friend.

You have that spark old fella.
Give it one last shot.
Shes all of it.
Shes Wednesday.
Shes young.

And that feline creature.
Reclining on those bricks.
Add those catch lights please.
Dont forget.

The Dundee loved it.
Pairing could happen finally.
Hes not that bad.
Look at yourself.

Love yourself mate!
You're gorgeous.
Lifes beautiful.
Sigh...give me more Wednesdays Lord.
And.
Make them warm...

As.
Sa.

Whateva...

D.O.

2008-05-10T23:58:00.004+05:30

I put on my Sennheisers.
Poured a stiff Scotch.
Sat back and watched.
And listened.

There are a few sounds in life better.
Than a Roger Nicols record.

Like the Original Mad Man.
What a life!
I want it.
I think I have it. In a way.
Minus the drive.

Today. Crap sells itself.
We dont need you D.O.
Rest in the peace you found...

My glass is empty.

Donnez l'assaut à le soldat de la cavalerie

2008-05-08T00:06:00.006+05:30

Woooosshhhh.
'tween fat rubber and Chinese silver
Stretches of leather in black matte.

O come into my cabin of sin...
Welkom. Wilkommen!

'tis fatty flubber that hugs so well
Them kerbs from bommannahalli to hell.
Me thinks me in a fancy go-kart
Lugging desire with deft

Aah for more power.
Eternal human greed.

O come into my cabin of sin...
Welkom. Wilkommen!

Tis a Storm Trooper...
What else did you seek!
Power. Lust.
Sin in heaps.

The Blood That We Share...

2008-05-07T23:49:00.003+05:30

Oozes out of me.
Red.

It's in my head it is in my head.
Could it be. Is it destiny?

Medieval Quack.
Am I dying.

What about the Art.
Got to go, got to go.
Was I born with it. Pause.
L'il urchins way ahead.
I love him. Does he know?
My genes.

No.
Tis a diluted strain.
It will run down the vein.
It will run down the vein.

Climb dear artist. Soar.
Do us proud.
Do him proud.
He must be in illusions.
Of his family.
Hah. The careless bastard!
A bit of him we share.

Feel the scene...

2008-05-07T23:40:00.001+05:30

Mad dog surrender...

2008-05-06T11:11:00.000+05:30

O the bitch.
O the bitch.

Canine curves. Jaw.

Yes!

Wall fame

2008-05-01T23:41:00.000+05:30

April. Fair. Well.

2008-04-30T21:37:00.001+05:30

What rows of dates.
What columns of disaster.

The iPhone was shredded.
Old friends drank over laps.

That was it really...
And the clan...

Yep they showed up.
Ugly hood of hoods.

The fools.
That hire fools.
Are fools...

Fare thee well. April.

Malfunction

2008-04-30T19:06:00.001+05:30

Its true.
The clans.
The unity...

Is sickening.

I'll watch.
Till I can see no more...

[After thought]
Its like SPAM.
Ignore it!

Apple Green...

2008-04-25T19:13:00.003+05:30

Laying in a field of green looking 'cross the ocean
Seeing the world in colours, colours of the rainbow
Yellow sunflower in my head, growing petals everywhere
Silver ashes in the stream, thinking 'bout you in my dreams

White clouds, blue sky, golden sand in my hand
Lazy shine, northern lights, apple green, feel the scene

I turn around to watch the sun lighten up my sleepy daze
Burning my soul deep within, with the colours of the rainbow
Orange petals in the rain, dragonflies along my way
Watch the crowd they come and go
Where they're heading heaven knows

White clouds, blue sky, golden sand in my hand
Lazy shine, northern lights, apple green feel the scene
Hedges red, autumn spread, white clouds, blue sky
.....................................................................................
- Matt Deighton

Twist & Shout

2008-04-24T03:06:00.002+05:30

She calls him the Twister.
He keeps blowing down her street.

O she calls him the Twister.
He aint got him nobody...
He dont carry no load.

Well she got that green light baby.
She got to keep movin on...
Well she got that green light baby.
She got to keep movin on...
She might go out to California...
Might go down to 'Cisco too.
I dont know.

I get back to twistin'...
I get back to twist & shout...

- Bit of Ronnie

Original Of The Species...

2008-04-16T13:11:00.003+05:30

Baby slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

I’ll give you everything you want
Except the thing that you want
You are the first one of your kind

And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
And I kneel ‘cos I want you some more
I want the lot of what you got
And I want nothing that you’re not

Everywhere you go you shout it
You don’t have to be shy about it

And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
I kneel ‘cos I want you some more
I want you some more, I want you some more…

- How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb, U2

Death. Wish. Cruel.

2008-04-15T19:33:00.000+05:30

I actually vanish hoping for the worst.
I actually seep into the sky...

...hoping for hopelessness.
Flop! Damn it. Flop!

It should have been me.
It must.

Blood thirst...

2008-04-15T11:34:00.000+05:30

Wait. Pounce.

Drink. Lick. Wound. Lust.
Is this victory?
Will it last?

Perfume. Sweet.
Lingers. Sticks. Stays.

Leave damn it. Leave!
But I dont want you to...

Life. Spins. On.
Slowly.

Love. Life.

2007-09-12T15:22:00.000+05:30

Love [is that feeling they all sing about.]
[Life is that] truth.
[When you] look at your reflection.
[When you] resemble a murderer

[I think I murdered a] dream.
I hope new dreams can swell.
[From the site of ] death.

I will pray for that.

Ascari: Un Gioiello

2007-08-10T15:51:00.000+05:30

So smacked by the stance of the KZ1 and the legend of the man himself, I 'illustrated' digitally a chunky gold watch made up of various sizes of the same shot of the supercar. Alberto Ascari (1918 - 1955), was oft referred to as the 'jewel' in Grand Prix lore...

I created this poster in February 2006, with my then new intel-powered iMac. Interestingly, a year or so later the Art guys at Nissan's creative hotshop have gone the distance in execution! See below. [Thanks Murali!]