Dear reader, One afternoon, recently, K. and I sang together. We meandered towards Malhar. K. explained how the raag’s notes had to be sung in a way that reminded you of lithe trees swaying in a monsoon storm. They shiver violently, seem to pull back, and just when you think they would come to a rest, they jerk back — you have to evoke that tremor with the notes, and not let it resolve into ‘Sa’, which lets you feel grounded. We then giggled about how every song on saawan or monsoon is about how I am lonely and this idiot
A vocabulary for friendships
A vocabulary for friendships
A vocabulary for friendships
Dear reader, One afternoon, recently, K. and I sang together. We meandered towards Malhar. K. explained how the raag’s notes had to be sung in a way that reminded you of lithe trees swaying in a monsoon storm. They shiver violently, seem to pull back, and just when you think they would come to a rest, they jerk back — you have to evoke that tremor with the notes, and not let it resolve into ‘Sa’, which lets you feel grounded. We then giggled about how every song on saawan or monsoon is about how I am lonely and this idiot