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Sunday, January 24, 2010


Being away from playing music for so long, makes one a little nostalgic and a little short tempered. Besides writing songs and drum parts for whatever music might occur in the future, I am constantly drawing inspiration from my heroes on the drum kit, people who have carved their name and earned a righteous place in a great race of musicians. This is my little tribute to them.

First up, my hero, Lars Ulrich. He is the first drummer i saw in a video, i think it was St. Anger ,a crazy Danish rascal with a penchant for drinking and making a lot of noise with his band mates in Metallica. I don't know what struck me first, his energy, innovativeness or just his attitude and how it came out in their songs. But does not matter anymore. Lars Ulrich from Metallica.

Recommended listen : Master Of Puppets

Next comes who i consider to be the best drummer in the world. Looking purely from a musicians point of view, a band that stands out as the sum of the best musicians in the world playing their respective instruments, Mike Portnoy has long been the face and public voice of Dream Theater. His huge drum kits, his OCD with DT stuff and more than all that, the amazing drum parts he has written for DT and various side projects. Mike Portnoy from Dream Theater.

Recommended listen : Home

Naturally gifted, serene on the surface, but explosive in his playing. He has been the percussive artillery, landing explosive shells on the listeners when he takes over the drum kit with Slayer and Fantomas. Dave Lombardo, widely known as the "Godfather" of double bass drumming, was the single reason why I started listening to Slayer. Pure evil, in the songs and the drumming, Dave sets a benchmark for drummers when it comes to velocity and sheer power that this type of music requires. Ladies and gentlemen, Dave Lombardo from Slayer.

Recommended listen : Angel of death

This guy is a techie. He is a Network Engineer and a Microsoft certified analyst. I came to know all that only after i read his page on Wikipedia. To me, he is the self taught, amazing Chris Adler, the almost metronomic drum machine from Richmond, Virginia. Listening to Lamb of God songs like "Descending" and "Black Label", you cannot but wonder at how good he is on the double bass and also at unconventional drumming chops that he has invented and made his own. Chris Adler from Lamb Of God.

Recommended listen : Black Label

I discovered this guy through the website of a magazine called "Modern Drummer". watching a video clip of this guy playing a drum solo, i could not help but be amazed at how powerful his drumming was, the symmetrical kit he had drawn up and also the two handed symmetrical style of drum playing. Another "guy" to come out of Berklee, Jason Bittner is an exquisite drummer, who evokes words like finesse and panache in the world of heavy metal drumming where power and speed are revered more than anything. Go to MD website and watch his videos and know what i am rambling about. Jason Bittner from Shadows Fall.

Recommended listen : The power of I and I

All the drummers above are part of a certain band, a certain music type. This drummer, is a guy who does not subscribe to any genre. What is even better, is he is a guy who has inspired tons of drummers with his ingenuity. Not being stereotyped and constrained to play any one type of music, this drummers talent quite literally knows no bounds. I came to know about him when i started listening to "Supernatural" by Santana and am still discovering this guy, 8 years on. This here is Mr Dennis Chambers.

Recommended listen : Dance music for Borneo Horns #13

Anyone who enjoys jazz music would want to listen to this mans work. He has been around for more than 50 years and is still fit enough to enthrall people with his drumming, everywhere around the world. A toast to the guy and am indebted to him for he led me to the beautiful world of jazz music which i enjoy to this day and will in the future too. Folks this is Roy Haynes.

Recommended listen : Sweet Disposition

A drummer who is widely regarded as the best in the world of rock as also the craziest, in the same breath. His drumsticks were known as trees, for they were very heavy. His right foot was quick enough to beat a double bass pedal set. And he is known to have ill treated his nervous system with the kind of alcohol consumption that would make the Stiflers, from the American Pie series weep like a baby. His death, from excessive drinking, was a shock the music world is still recovering from as it ended the existence of one of the greatest bands in the world. The greatest band, if you ask me. John Bonham of Led Zeppelin.

Recommended listen : Moby Dick

These are the people who introduced me to the world of drumming and still are the greatest sources of inspiration for me. I might see better or so drummers in the future, but it all started here. Genesis.

P.S. : Please use Wikipedia and Youtube generously for any help you might need.....:)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley

P.S. : If you can get hold of a decent DVD rip, watch the movie.

Monday, January 11, 2010

As the sunset reckons....

All of us find solace in something or the other. Everyone of us finds peace in something, someone.....to keep in touch with our own sanity. It is inevitable that you return to whatever you hold on to, sooner or later.

For oft in the daily grind
as the sunset reckons
to gather my wares
and head for home

for when the toil
for hours filled with sweat and blood
has taken its toll
on muscle and soul

i run to her
right into her arms
for the magic touch
and the soothing voice

for in her embrace
one finds rest
and her arms
the healing

Where the rare elixir
makes all pains disappear
all the ugliness
dissolved in fragrant ether

When sensory perception
reach out to out and beyond
revitalise and invigorate
the conscience

words and voice
a collage by unknown
form a mould
from unto which
when you break out
the air is always fresher
the vision much clearer
a simple smile
and peace descends upon thee.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

With love, from Clarkson....

Have put this small post by Jeremy Clarkson here cause i think what he wants to say is right. Read on. And he is mighty funny.

Clarkson on: hybrids

Back in the late Seventies and early Eighties, the world's fresh-air fanatics decided the exhaust gases coming out of the world's cars were causing children in Birmingham to grow two heads. And all of science was in agreement that Something Must Be Done.

At the time, I suggested moving Birmingham away from the M6 and the M5, possibly to the Falklands, but this was deemed "a bit stupid".

The obvious solution was the catalytic converter. Designed in 1950 by a Frenchman and made to work in 1973 by an American, it was quite expensive, but it did the job. Nitrogen oxides were converted to nitrogen and oxygen. Carbon monoxide was converted to carbon dioxide and hydrocarbons were executed. Lovely.

The only people who opposed the introduction of catalytic converters were 1) old men with chunky jumpers and classic cars, who thought that because cat-equipped cars could only run on unleaded petrol, pretty soon, they wouldn't be able to buy the leaded fuel their TR3s needed to operate. And 2) the Prime Minister, Mrs Thatcher.

The Maggon did a lot of jumping up and down and waving her handbag in the air about cats. She thought they were the work of the devil and kept banging on about their one big drawback. They dramatically increase the amount of CO2 coming out of the tail pipe. Carbon dioxide, according to the Maggon, was a bad thing but no one else could see what she was on about and dismissed her objections as the rantings of a mad woman.

Certainly, they had no idea why she was so keen on the only real alternative to the catalytic converter - lean-burn technology. "You are not only a mad woman", they said, "but also you are a grocer's daughter with bouffant hair so how can you possibly know anything about engines."

Lean burn is extremely boring. But, in essence, the petrol engine in your car currently runs on one part of fuel to 14 or so parts of air. In a lean-burn engine, that can be raised to one part of fuel to 25 or even 30 parts of air. The result is much better economy and fewer nasty gases coming out of the back. Including CO2.

"Oh do stop going on about CO2, you demented bat" said the world's fresh-air fanatics.

But still she wouldn't shut up. In 1988, she addressed the Royal Society on the need for science to find alternatives to fossil fuels "Even though this kind of action may cost a lot, I believe it to be money well and necessarily spent because the health of the economy and the health of our environment are totally dependent on each other."

Then, two years later at a science conference, she was at it again, worrying - long before anyone else in politics - that carbon dioxide was going to be a problem. "The need for more research should not be an excuse for delaying much-needed action now. There is already a clear case for precautionary action at an international level"

At the time, most people thought she was simply trying to kill off the mining industry and its one-man carbon fountain - Arthur Scargill. But the fact is this: Mrs Thatcher had seen the evidence back in the late Seventies when she came to power, and she had a degree in chemistry so she knew what it all meant. Mrs Thatcher, then, was Britain's first eco-mentalist. The first person to recognise the concept of climate change. The first to try to do something about it.

Of course, no one listened. America liked catalytic converters because they were a quick fix. But they weren't alone. Everyone liked cats. So that's what we got and, as a result, the amount of carbon dioxide being produced by the world's car pool shot up. And now, of course, the world is busy trying to get rid of it.

Hybrids are seen as the solution, because hybrids are a quick fix too. Everyone likes hybrids. And as a result - trust me on this - history is poised to repeat itself, because soon everyone will realise we went down the wrong road. Again.

Hybrids need oil to work. And if you burn oil, you will create problems, chief among which, I believe, is this: the oil will run out.

We keep being told that BP has found three billion barrels in the Gulf of Mexico and that underneath Canada's prairies, there is enough oil mixed with sand to keep us all going. But for how long? Some say it'll start to run out in 25 years. But even if it's a hundred, we cannot relax because a hundred years is a bit like a nano second.

What happened, for instance, in the 17th century? Well, British troops captured New Amsterdam and renamed it New York, a man called Rembrandt painted himself, London had a bit of a fire and a King of England's head came off. So you see what I mean. A hundred years is a blink. In a school history lesson, they get through a hundred years in 45 minutes.

It is therefore imperative that the world turns its attention to an alternative for oil. Now. That - and there's no argument on this - means hydrogen. And it is equally important that the car makers drop their headlong rush for hybrids because if they don't, not one of them will still be around to capitalise on the bright new dawn when it comes.

I see this month that the company which makes Ladas has laid off 30,000 employees, and that the remaining 72,000 spend most of their time at work playing dominoes and organising Herculean drinking competitions. We know that Vauxhall's future is not secure, that Saab is clinging to life by its fingernails and that Aston Martin's financial backers in Kuwait "are doing well". Which is finance speak for "are in shit up to their foreheads."

Some car companies are managing, just, to keep their heads above water in these difficult times, but all of them are putting all of their eggs in one basket... bloody hybrids.

You have BMW saying that current supercars are too militaristic and that people want a softer, more caring car these days. What people? Not me, that's for sure. And not you either. And not the hoards of Top Gear fans I met in Romania this month who, so far as I can tell, would sleep with a fat middle-aged man just for the chance to sit in an Aston Martin. One man, in a thin white nylon trouser suit, got within six feet of the DBS and, I'm not kidding, started to become erect. In the presence of a Prius, he'd have been Mr Floppy.

Then you have Rolls and Porsche, and Volvo and Saab and Toyota and Mahindra, and Kia and Hyundai and Peugeot and Fiat and Ford and GM and Honda all spending fortunes on the next generation of petrol hybrids and diesel hybrids and plug-in hybrids, all of which meet a fleeting need now, in the same way that cats met a fleeting need 30 years ago. But they aren't the answer.

Yes, hydrogen is difficult and expensive to produce. But it was difficult and expensive for Ellen MacArthur to sail round the world. It was difficult and expensive to go to the Moon. It'd also have been difficult and expensive to make lean-burn engines work. But if someone had done that, the oil we have left would last longer. And the eco-mentalists would be focussing on cows not cars.

The trouble is, of course, human beings never learn from their mistakes of the past. We're like insects, endlessly banging our heads on the window in the hope that this time, the glass will have gone. Remember that if you feel tempted to buy a Prius. What you're being, is a moth.