A handful of Dave, Zeppelin, and Beatles songs later… it was a peace on earth all over again [not quite, but that’s what the embodiment of peace would be, methinks].

Anyways, ’twas a jolly good time. Links to riffs to come.

So, tonight, I walk into a dosa place. Dosa place is teeming with FOBination, local residents, and a plethora of individuals, including yours truly, who just know, that said dosa place is impeccably good.

I’m waiting in line, pondering what to order (Masala Dosa? or Mysoor Masala? … decisions, sigh)… and, a 20-something pair of Indian gals cut in front of me, and ask the waitress: “What’s vegetable korma? oh, and what do you put in the Idli?”

……. Seriously? I mean, I wasn’t nearly perturbed about them cutting me. No big deal. But really? You don’t know what korma is, let alone what comprises an Idli? Not only are you missing out on some of the finest Ambrosiac items on the planet, but, for Jeebus’ *uck’s sake: YOU’RE BROWN.

I have enough singular thoughts to compose a memoir, coupled with a a hodge-podge of papers with worthwhile scribled musings, and yet, 0 posts since mid-last-year. ‘Tis a putrid shame.

Eventually. I’m serious.

Causing undue duress

It’s the hand we’re dealt

Not ideal, just ostensibly felt.

Look into the mirror… you will survive.

This rollercoaster makes you feel alive.

Steeping down you go… keep plugging away.

Until comes that long-awaited brighter day.

It’s hard to imagine… hard to imagine.

Things were different then, all is different now

I’ll try to explain… somehow.

~Pranay Khurana

More to come when the feelings for it have actually sunk in. I still have yet to name it….

Picture of Washburn D46SCE

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, I just did not care.
Took all my friends out for a good time,
Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine.

Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
I get my hands on a dollar again,
I’m gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.

‘Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you’re down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends, you don’t have any.

When you finally get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend.
Said it’s mighty strange, without a doubt,
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out.

When you finally get back upon your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.
Said it’s mighty strange,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out.

Lennon/McCartney, where would the world be without you guys?

This particular song has stuck with me throughout the day, so I thought I’d share.

Song: Tomorrow Never Knows
Album: Revolver

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Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.

That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living

Or play the game “Existence” to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
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Dare I say, Tomorrow Never Knows is arguably the best damn song ever produced in the 60’s.

It’s good we had tripods, else these would have been a disaster.

Link:

Chihuly Album - 1/3/08

Setup: Epiphone Les Paul Studio -> Line 6 Spider II 15 Amp -> Cowon A2

Recording these tunes and playing them back helps me assess how far I’ve progressed (not as far as I want). Particularly, I notice that I need to play a little “cleaner,” since some of these transitions don’t sound as smooth as I want them to be.

Also, I’m not very impressed with the quality of the recording. I felt as though the tone was damaged coming through the Cowon. Might have to do something like recording directly through my Sound Blaster Audigy card next time.

For now, though, these will suffice. Give them a listen.

Links:

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