Bookstore Conversations #1

Listening to these girls like:

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“I KNOW!”

“I know, right? That’s exactly what I thought when I first found out.”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe it. How could she-”

“Look, you can’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”

“Too late. I already posted it online.”

“You what?”

“I did it in code. No one is going to know who I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, right.”

Musical Musings #4 – Happy

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So far, all the Musikal Musings have contained strong voices and the messages that artists wanted to get across. I enjoyed their thoughts and perspectives.

This week’s choice is a little different. There is not a voice-voice per se. But the listener is equally mesmerized.

Many of us have heard that saying that “even silence speaks”.

Now, I’m not going to troll you by linking a four minute video of nothing but a black background (it would be amusing though).

This piece evokes happiness and is perfect to recall some positive memories.

Title: Arigato
Artists: The Yoshida Brothers

Musikal Musings #3 – The City

 

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The United States is two places. Two cities, actually. New York and Los Angeles. Where did you come from? Where do you call “home”? Well, it has to be the east or west coast, right? Because let’s face it, the United States doesn’t really have a middle. I mean, sure there’s New Orleans and Miami but the focus has always been on NYC and LA. It always amuses me, the stereotypes and perspectives that many place on those coming from the various cities. People, knowingly or unknowingly, act as if others are coming from a whole other nation and not a couple miles away.

Though there is a sense of solidarity that surrounds those that embrace their local spaces. This next song and Musikal Musings #3 is just about that, the love that many of us have for our cities.

The song title is Dilli 6, from the Indian film Dehli 6 (2009).

The piece is in Hindi and there are bits of French and that combination makes me smile.

Artists involved are: Blaaze, Benny Dayal, Tanvi Shah, Viviane Chaix, Claire, and A.R. Rahman.

 

Let me know how you like this one.

Musikal Musings #2

 

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How many songs can you vouch for?

As you sit here in the Hostland, do you ever think about the Homeland? Is there a beat that truly represents you, your home(land)? One that you don’t skip over? One that seeps in and does not fade after a period of three minutes? Is there a piece that shapes your worldview and documents the diasporic experiences of the collective group of people that you belong to?

There are countless ones and in many different forms, but can you think of one? Is the title on the tip of your tongue?

Am I being too abstract for today?

How about an example…

Here is the second Musikal Musings title, “Postcards from Paradise” by Himalayan Project. It features the work of Chee Malabar.

 

 

Musikal Musings #1

When a song comes right up to your face, as if it were a live person, and demands that you pause, it is *read in Smeagol’s voice* just precious.

When we press PLAY, the beats we listen to mirror whatever state-of-being we are in. Joy. Heartbreak. Angst. Trance and illusion. But the takeaway is what matters the most.

Therefore, let me introduce you to a series I call, “Musikal Musings”. Each week I shall link a song or instrumental piece that moves me. I hope that it does the same for you.

I love discovering new artists and their works, so if you would like to share what’s your go-to song or music at the moment, please do so in the comments.

The 1st Musikal Musings title goes to the song “MAZE” by Epik High. It features the artists: Dumbfounded and MYK.

Check it out:

MAZE

Hey. Take the rest of the year off.

Random overheard conversations are always interesting. They tell us so much about the people involved and all in a lightening fast speed. Today, as I stood in the grocery store wondering which type of oatmeal I would like to devour, apple cinnamon or strawberry, I heard certain intriguing happenings planned for midnight tonight.

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Look Up in 2016.

A middle-aged woman blasted through the stock room doors. When I looked up, she had her back to me and was waving  with both hands to a group of co-workers, which were seen through those round plastic windows in the door.

“So…it’s later tonight? Six, did ya say?” someone called out.

“No. No. Midnight. My place,” she said, with a hint of annoyance.

“Fireworks?”

“Every year.”

“From where? Didn’t the city say-”

“Oh. Come on. We all know a guy.”

“Alright then. Hey, you know what? You go on and take the rest of the year off,” the same voice called out.

The comment was followed by rumble of laughter, the woman grinned back and walked out of my eyesight.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY 2016!!!