I wonder if you’ve read a memoir called the Music Room by Namita Devidayal. It was very well reviewed when it was published in India a year or so ago and also received praise from maestros like Ravi Shankar and Zakir Hussein. The book has just been published in the US.
It is really an astonishing work. An incredibly moving tribute to the tradition of Indian classical music. A book about music of course but also about the ‘daemon’ of art and the necessary asymmetry between the artist and his or her environment. The constant strife between the world-creating powers of art and the mundane that the artist is always enframed in.
It is hard to imagine a more loving homage to Indian classical music. The author is by turns intimate and delicious and humorous.. always extremely genteel.. But couched in the ’story’ is also a ‘Bombay’ book and one which pleases me in its portrait of the city far more than Suketu Mehta’s recent Maximum City (an unremittingly dark take that makes for a real page turner and undoubtedly captures much of the city’s ‘truth’ since it’s last ‘golden age’ of the 70s and yet seems a bit limited for its inability to look beyond a ‘lurid’ city). Perhaps I cling to an idealization of Bombay.. The book in many ways is a tale of two nostalgias.. an increasingly endangered art and an increasingly vanishing city..
It is hard to value this book enough. It is a book that one cannot stop reading and one is sorry to end.
satyam 1 February 2009
12:31:11 pm
Satyam says:
February 2, 2009 at 1:50 am
I wonder if you’ve read a memoir called the Music Room by Namita Devidayal. It was very well reviewed when it was published in India a year or so ago and also received praise from maestros like Ravi Shankar and Zakir Hussein. The book has just been published in the US.
It is really an astonishing work. An incredibly moving tribute to the tradition of Indian classical music. A book about music of course but also about the ‘daemon’ of art and the necessary asymmetry between the artist and his or her environment. The constant strife between the world-creating powers of art and the mundane that the artist is always enframed in.
It is hard to imagine a more loving homage to Indian classical music. The author is by turns intimate and delicious and humorous.. always extremely genteel.. But couched in the ’story’ is also a ‘Bombay’ book and one which pleases me in its portrait of the city far more than Suketu Mehta’s recent Maximum City (an unremittingly dark take that makes for a real page turner and undoubtedly captures much of the city’s ‘truth’ since it’s last ‘golden age’ of the 70s and yet seems a bit limited for its inability to look beyond a ‘lurid’ city). Perhaps I cling to an idealization of Bombay.. The book in many ways is a tale of two nostalgias.. an increasingly endangered art and an increasingly vanishing city..
It is hard to value this book enough. It is a book that one cannot stop reading and one is sorry to end.
satyam 2 February 2009
10:39:10 am
And on the subject here’s the legendary Bade Ghulam Ali Khan singing one of his most famous thumris:
http://in.truveo.com/Ustad-Bade-Ghulam-Ali-Khan-Aye-Na-Baalam-Yaad/id/2295997138
Here he is singing the very gujri thodi used by Rahman for D6:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCBZ6ERyxLA
satyam 2 February 2009
10:40:36 am
and here’s Yesudas singing a lighter version of the thumri for Swami:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8g_wyiXqcA
satyam 2 February 2009
10:41:52 am
and there’s a great treasure trove of the classical and the old here:
http://calcuttaglobalchat.net/.....dian-raga/