There is an End

Yes, there is an end. And I'm more than in touch with my gay side.

Chhee chhee.

Hey (HEY!) You (YOU!)

Yes the movie could have been better, but it has some beautifully trippy moments. And fucking cool ones, like Gavin Kavanagh's entry scene haha. So I watched it again, after all these days.

'I can see you, Marianne!'

Happy Birthday Keef

And it is the Guru's birthday today :)
Always took candy from strangers,
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day
I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy?

:)

I remember the time when I would stare out of the old Premier Padmini we used to own(GAHAHAHHAHAH) when we would pull up at the Bharat Petroleum bunk in front of the Burnpur railway station. The analog fuel-dispenser gauge would roll on metronomically, and petrol used to be 28 rupees to the litre. Buro hoye jachhi baba, buro hoye jachhi.

Pothole Jam

So I'm lazy and µTorrent is mi amor. Jeff Beck, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Cream(circa 2004) came a'visiting last night. I'm still reeling and my jaw is yet to by prised out of the cavity it has made on the floor.

So I'll be unoriginal(again) and recommend 4 things to you. Four things you should check out immediately, unless, of course, you are Kapil Sibal. Or Altaf Raja.

My songs for this winter.

1. Jeff Beck - Where Were You



2. Stevie Ray Vaughan - Leave My Girl Alone



3. Cream - Deserted Cities of the Heart



4. Tom Waits - Satisfied



5. Roy Orbison - Mean Woman Blues



'When I'm gone
Roll my vertebrae out like dice
Let my skull be a home for the mice'

Tom Waits, what a macha.

Plus, it isn't 4, it's 5. Sorry.

Question of the Day

Why don't you make your guitar sound like a Yamaha RD350?

Vida de otario

Vida de otario

Choolaimedu High Road Blues

Walked down many a lonesome street
Looking for my baby
Dragged my leaden feet for miles
Crying for my baby

Oh vengeful Thiru, you can take my ghatam away
Make tamarind trees fall on this head o'mine today
Let my head below them filthy waters stay
Turn me into death sadder and pale and grey

Just don't rain my hopes away
Please don't rain my hopes away


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (thwack)

MICK F**KING TAYLOR!

Endsems always mean the discovery of faceburningly sexy songs. And I thought I'd heard it all, when it came to the Stones. However, this uncut gem from the Sticky Fingers sessions has napalmed the shit out of me - Mick Taylor raping it for 6 furious minutes.





We miss you, Mick. Rumbo much.

The Original RocknRolla

I have been meaning to do this for a while - it's been so, so, sooooooo long since I even thought of writing anything here.But here I am now, sleep-deprived and slightly on-the-edge.
And I am not referring to myself as the 'Original RocknRolla' - I'm retarded, but I'm not that retarded.


Neil McCormick picked up some quotes from Keef's memoir, Life. Here's me unoriginally sharing:
'I never knew the chick.’ - on hearing of Princess Diana’s death.
'Put the f---ers in a pan and let them rock’ - his recipe for bangers and mash.
'Her Majesty. Brenda.’ - his nicknames for Jagger.
'I’ve never had a problem with drugs. I’ve had problems with the police.’
'The breakfast of champions’ - his nickname for cocaine and heroin.
'Passing the vodka bottle. And playing the guitar.’ - on keeping fit.
'I’m not putting death on the agenda. I don’t want to see my old friend Lucifer just yet. He’s the guy I’m gonna see, isn’t it? I’m not going to the Other Place, let’s face it.’
'It’s the height of impoliteness to turn blue in someone else’s bathroom’ - on the perils of taking too many drugs in hotels.
'I don’t think John [Lennon] ever left my house, except horizontally.’
'It’s like Mein Kampf - everyone had it, but no one read it’ - on Mick Jagger’s autobiography.
'Marianne [Faithfull] had no fun with Mick’s tiny todger. I know he’s got an enormous pair of balls - but it doesn’t quite fill the gap.’
“I used to love Mick, but I haven’t been to his dressing room in 20 years. Sometimes I think: 'I miss my friend.’ I wonder: 'Where did he go?”
'I’ve given up everything now - which is a trip in itself’ - on coming off hard drugs.
“I never thought I was wasted, but I probably was.”
'You keep your back to the wall at all times’ - teaching his Pirates of the Caribbean co-star Johnny Depp how to walk round a corner drunk.
“If you’re going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet.”


Just in case you had any doubt as to who is the Ultimate Baap.


PS: The Stones are jamming in London after what has been a long, long time. In Keef's words: My basic thing is that he (Ronnie), Charlie and I are going to work together. Just go in and see if we can warm our chops up. And of course everyone else is welcome. Mick Taylor's welcome. I don't see why everybody who was a Stone shouldn't be involved.
It would be KILLER if the classic lineup would reunite for the 50th Anniversary Tour (if it happens). Please please please Tirupati.

Spitfires

'Ain't born to lose baby,
I'm born to win,
I'm so goddamn slick baby, it's a sin,
It's a Sin.'

Then:

'Sidewalks, feel me strut so good
Gutter, dont forget this face
Let 'em taste my misfit Love
I'll show you all my dirty tricks
Then show 'em again
I'm so proud of em.'

And finally:

'Cause, I'm already gone,
If you bet on me, you've won.'

Bow down before these two superhumanintergalacticplanetary boys.

Respect.

Up in the sky

And we graduated from the Teqshila University.





Until the return of my love, this lullaby.

Ready to die?

Breivik. Sickest. Bastard. Ever.

May all his victims rest in inviolable peace.

And all this hue and cry over Amy Winehouse's death is irksome. I'm sure she was talented and everything (who am I to judge), and may she have an untroubled existence in her afterlife, but AAAARGH. I haven't listened to her music and I don't intend to. Her passing on at 27 ensures that henceforth, all magazine articles and news features talking about rockstar excesses(ergo, deaths resulting from all these excesses) will mention her name in the same breath as those of Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain and Janis Joplin who all died at 27. This clique has been, quite unimaginatively, called the '27 Club'. Duh.

Example: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/celebritynews/8657002/The-27-club-the-musicians-who-played-fast-and-died-young.html

Names like Duane Allman, John Bonham, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Bon Scott and I'm sure many others aren't remembered in the common sphere the way the 27-ers are. And these people were as talented and as fantastic and as brilliant and as magical as the 27-ers. Just saying.

One good thing has come out of all this though. Russell Brand has written a tearjerker tribute to Winehouse and I was pleasantly astonished by the way he writes. I like. I should grab his 'My Booky Wook' soon.

'They(addicts) communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil. Whether a homeless smack head troubling you for 50p for a cup of tea or a coked-up, pinstriped exec foaming off about his “speedboat” there is a toxic aura that prevents connection. They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they’re looking through you to somewhere else they’d rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief.

Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.'

The whole thing can be read here.

Can't, Won't, Don't Stop

He(Pete Townshend) marvels at artists – like Pete Seeger and Chuck Berry – who continue to perform well into old age. "Isn't it wonderful to see them," he says. "A lot of people may not agree, but to me this is like the last time you're going to get to see any of these people. Imagine if you could go watch Mozart today, even if it's the last, crappiest show he ever played. What a thrill that would be."

:)

Make it?

These are dark, smelly and dubious times indeed.

It has become so tough to keep the faith, but keep it I will. Schumi, Vale let's just tear something up, despite how improbable it seems at this stage. Where did the magic go? Why does it refuse to have a good time with us these days? Quit being a heartbreaker, you.

Idiots who start having aneurysms every time it even looks like their sports team/player/hero might possibly lose should just stop watching sport. Write your own sports storyboards in your own heads with your preferred endings and feel warm and smug inside.

It's almost as if my two deities are tripping on me. Deity number three is in retirement. But no matter. They are heroes. My heroes. Always have been, always will be.

Josh Homme had something to say in 'Make It Wit Chu' which seems apt here.

'I ain't here to break it,
Just see how far it will bend.'

Laugh-daap

I haven't been pissed off at movie trailers in quite a while. The good ones make me feel warm and soft and fuzzy, and the bad ones(eg. Singham) make me laugh. Seriously what's with the 3-stage boob-grabbing technique proudly displayed by Ajay Davegn(Devgun? Devgan?)? Thoo. God, it's bad. But funny too. Take another shit movie like Murder 2. You know what to expect here, with Emraan doing his usual thing and the actress kitted out in lots of leather, pumping and grinding anything, absolutely ANYTHING within her sights. So one doesn't really care.

But the trailers of Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara are on another level. All its trailers I have seen thus far are mind-numbingly and cringe-inducingly unfunny(the music is also quite bad, but Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy have been quite useless in recent times). Right from the 'bwoyz' to the 'mushi-mushi' to the 'lou' to the one in which the three guys are bombarding us with their singing talents(ie. lack thereof). I think my extreme irritation stems from Abhay Deol's involvement in what might be a total WTF film. He should have learnt his lesson from Aisha. The other two don't matter because they will have their blockbusters even if this one doesn't work. And I don't really expect quirkily fantastic performances in smartly made cinema from the other two. Abhay macha, I hope the film is decent, and if it's not, you should just walk away from this kind of film in future.

But yes, despite these trailers being about as exciting as a damp, fungi-infested sock, I will end up in a theatre that's screening the film next week. I don't have anything better to do.

After the bad, let's move on to some awesome.



Neil Young, after all these years, has still got it.

Enjoy.

Always has been, always will be

'I understand the sport like this: When one player is better than you, at this moment the only thing you can do is work, try to find solutions, and try to wait a little bit for your time.

Last five times wasn't my time. I gonna wait and I gonna try a sixth. And if the sixth doesn't happen, to the seventh. It's going to be like this. That's the spirit of the sport.'

El Mago?

A new king's born today.

You Djoker, you deserve the No. 1 ranking macha. You have been bwilllliant all season. Rafa had correctly pointed out, referring to the Federer vs Djokovic match in the post match interview he gave to Cedric Pioline after thrashing Andy Murray(hahahah) in the French Open semis 4 weeks ago: 'It is the best player of the moment playing against the best player of (the) history.'

Anything other than a Djokovic victory would be a surprise. The Rafa second serve, which Murray was returning like an epileptic chimpanzee, will be murdered by Nole. His groundstrokes are laser-sharp and his accuracy is maddeningly unerring. And he's moving on court like Nadal used to 3 years ago. If he gets off the blocks quickly, Rafa will have problems. Biiiiiiiiiiig problems.

I predict a Djoker win in 4, possibly 5 sets.

But I hope the Raging Bull rages once more and conjures up some 2008 magic. At the very least, it should be a dhamaka match.

(Contrary to what I had said earlier, there have been 2 sensational matches post the Rafa-Delpo encounter. This one promises to be the BAAP.)

Whoopty whoop!

PS: I might go and catch Delhi Belly now. IF IT DOESN'T RAIN. Harrrumph.

Majesty Shredding

'And if there's one of these unavoidable laws...
It's that you just can't take the effect
And make it the cause.'

Actually, no, that's not the unavoidable law we're talking about.

'Time waits for no one
No favours has he
Time waits for no one
And he won't wait for me'.

Hah, as if my words would have been worth squat.

BAMFing Tennis

WHATAMATCHWHATAMATCH, WHATAFUCKINGMATCH. Delpo with those howitzeringbazookafiedpiledriving groundstrokes and our good old whiplashingbuccaneergunslinger Rafa. Yes there were a lot of errors but they were playing 'space-shuttle level'(Hova in Nadal's box would have approved) tennis, going for broke, raping those tennis balls and giving each other no quarter. This was THE match as far as the 4th round matches were concerned, and it more than lived up to its billing. Heck, it probably is the best match Wimbledon is going to see in the second week of the tournament. It was the meanest and baddest and dopest and illest match so far in this year's Championships.

Images from that 6-2,6-2,6-2 banging of Rafa at Flushing Meadows 09 were repeatedly forcing itself into my head when Delpo was mothering those balls but Rafa responded decently, especially in the tiebreaks.

And apart from the tennis there was some good drama, with those 2 injury scares, Delpo gentripping on a ballkid, Rafa raging, Spanish soap-opera style at Carlos Ramos for that time violation etc etc.

I hope Nadal's not hampered by that ankle injury. That would be a pity. I mean, Mardy Fish would get to the semis then! If Rafa was in that much pain, he should have forfeited the match. Del Potro might have gone far.

BLOCKBUSTER STUFF. Give me more I say.

Enter the Lota-pourri

Reading intense books, for me, is not a regular occurrence these days. Primarily because I like to start and end a book on the same day, at one go. I have this disability which performs pastoral dances in my mind's eye when I have to pick up a book after having read 30-40 pages the previous night.

But right now, I'm as jobless as a beedi seller on the moon. So I ended Meghnad Desai's 'The Rediscovery of India'. Slightly heavy duty, but enjoyable nonetheless.

'Despite such a long litany of troubles, India somehow managed to conduct a normal political life that was open and democratic. Disputes did get settled, if only temporarily. Lives were lost or ruined, but there were also achievements. The size and complexity of the country give it an aura of a functioning anarchy. Yet, it must be remembered that India has had the the experience of a viable overarching state only for a fraction of its long history. The open society with its press and other media, a tradition now over a hundred years old, a cumbersome and overburdened, yet functioning, legal system built on the ideas of the rule of law, all provide a formal envelope for the resolution of many such conflicts. The rest are dealt with in the time honoured way of Indian society, which Hegel labelled 'Oriental Despotism' and Marx called 'The Asiatic Mode of Production' - a world where political authority is remote and does not touch the lives of ordinary people.'

Nice, no?


PS: Deodorant companies, it DOES NOT HAPPEN. Sod off.

Edifice

'Staring together at all those flaky ceilings
Mourning all the apocalypses that await
Forgetting this, for some sweetly dirty work
Could you have some use for me again?
And there was another of those faraway sighs
Blowing the parlour up in the lamplight

All I needed - and got
was a warm, wet place
Where I put my weary face'

- Don Hejo on why she wasn't known as Jahaanara

Moment of Silence II

OK, for someone who has, for the better part of his stupid life, worshipped a certain Schumacher and has always shaken fists, vociferously argued and annoyingly pontificated about his status as the greatest of the modern era, this was - above all - a silencing experience. What hasn't helped is that ill-advised comeback. When he announced his decision to go with Mercedes GP in 2010, there was one little shrill green baboon in my head screaming 'HE'S HAD IT', but I hit it over the head with a hammer and said to myself that there is no way Schumi is going to be soooo stupid as to come back at 41 unless he knows, FOR SURE, that there is more glory to be had.

Needless to say, the shrill green baboon is singing 'Sleep Now In The Fire'.

I finally watched 'Senna', after I had read several glowing reviews on motorsport websites as well as film sites and blogs. Let me tell you, my 3.75 readers, that I fully concur with the movie's tagline and that I consider myself extremely unlucky that I was never able to see him race, that my Senna experience has comprised only youtube clips and the shady VHS quality GP videos I found on PirateBay, Demonoid, etc.

In 1990, Jackie Stewart interviewed Senna for a TV spot. He was being his usual wet, cunt-y self: “If I were to total up all the previous world champions, you have been in contact with other cars more often in the last 36 or 48 months than all of them were in total.”

Senna was evidently pissed off. He shot back icily, “If you no longer go for a gap that exists, you are no longer a racing driver.”

'No Fear. No Limits. No Equal.'

I abide.

Feepod

♫ 'Won't you be my little baby, for a while?'

Won't you

Otherwise being ground into the tiles

The Re-dedication

Somehow find the spark to set this f**ker off

and Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back...

Yeah, let's. It's time.

“There’s a certain moment when you realize that you’ve actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you. You’re elevated because you’re with a bunch of guys that want to do the same thing as you. And when it works, baby, you’ve got wings. You know you’ve been somewhere most people will never get, you’ve been to a special place. And then you want to go back and keep landing again, and when you land you get busted. But you always want to go back there. It’s flying without a license.”

That legendary feel.

It said the gal you love is dead

http://passionweiss.com/2011/02/02/the-union-forever-r-i-p-white-stripes-1997-2011/

Like Trey Kerby said, “I can’t get mad at four perfect records, two near perfect records, a billion B-sides that are better than most bands A-sides, an excellent live DVD, Meg White’s tits and the riff to “Dead Leaves and the Dirty Grass.”

OK fuckwit it's 'Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground'. But still...

quite the intense. and quite the apt.

Adreno Hoagie

Bad Blood, sad freak
Torn up, real quick
Race driver, even higher
Fizzy scope, deep frier
Full-face helmet, shudder in the stands

Rampaging Michael, hot streak brother pram
Normal weirdness, drained old backhand
Fudge gone bleary, croquet firebrand

Vixen a-groovy, freeze-up a-dookie
Going down on Joanne
Flamboyant pudgy, broken arrow rad
Wood shaver sidekick, crack bow gone unplanned

Hair's all ruffled, Bo want a truffle
Lick the melting rubber band
Cross-filter kingdom, creamed through mid-on
Scratch Papa Dodo's back
Burned up barracks, got no saviour hand

IckyThumpThreeHourMatineeShowResultsInTheLamestCasinoBoogieTributeLyrics.

I'm sorry.

Angry Kettle Mac

'Judge and jury walk out hand in hand
Dietrich movies, close up boogies,
Kissing cunt in Cannes
Grotesque music, million dollar sad'

Million Dollar Sad.