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Untoward: Tina, Baby
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Friday, December 7, 2007. We wake under my makeshift mosquito net in Daler Mehndy's nephew's humble apartment and recording studio. John sings in a heartfelt falsetto, "Ya think you're good enough for me, boy? You're gonna have to wait and see, boy." I am laughter personified. We allow ourselves ten minutes for serious composing. John's waking lines make the cut. So, here is what American Tina tells her Punjabi admirer:. Think you're good enough for me? You're gonna have to wait and see. He edits it....
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Untoward: Kuch photos
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Friday, November 23, 2007. Labels: India Varanasi Benares Banaras Ganga night weaving photos. It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful. Fire and Flux Records. ALSO - the best web design in the world. Peek Thru the Pines.
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Untoward
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Thursday, October 25, 2007. Late at night, crowded street, six children with wooden, shoebox-sized battery packs strapped to their heads. Twin flourescent light tubes protrude 54" straight up from each of the battery packs. The children are walking single file through a festival crowd. Outside the barbershop, 30 men gather around a 6" black&white TV to catch the cricket match. Heather greets the baby water buffalo on our street every morning. It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful. Fire and Flux Records.
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Untoward: Margins of error
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Monday, January 28, 2008. I nearly ran over a blind man's cane today on my bicycle ride to Sunderpur. Many other near collisions I don't even notice- because they are behind me. Things that I cannot see are outside of my control. The streets here are ruled by little more than the laws of physics, and how badly can you get hurt when nothing is moving faster than 10 mph? It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful. Fire and Flux Records. ALSO - the best web design in the world. Peek Thru the Pines.
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Untoward: River. And Riven.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Heather and I just saw the largest flock of birds ever. Millions and millions of. swallows? Flying inches above the dusk-clad Ganges, up-river. The flock was quite wide and it took about 10 minutes for them all to pass. They were like a 2nd river, an anti-river; I was awash in easy poetry. Heather kept getting distracted by an adorable and very much dying puppy with a feather stuck to its nose. Death is everywhere here, it's true. It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful.
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Untoward: "When in imitation Rome, imitate the imitation Romans" - Philip Kaufmann
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Saturday, December 8, 2007. When in imitation Rome, imitate the imitation Romans" - Philip Kaufmann. There are only 7 of these cars in all of India and mine is custom-one-of-a-kind-individual! See, two-tone seats! Daler Mehndi while driving us around Delhi in his new VW Touareg. At my second Indian wedding performance in 4 days, I find myself standing next to the swimming pool with a jumbo prawn in one hand and a 12-year-old whiskey in the other thinking, "Alright, this isn't so bad.". It's Like a Braid.
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Untoward: India to Atlanta
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Sunday, March 2, 2008. In Atlanta, I walked downtown along the Bike Path of Freedom. It ended into the Martin Luther King Junior Memorial Park, with its lawns barely worked up to a springtime green and jolly man on a lawnmower who smiled and waved at me as I walked by. The air smelled of mown wild onions, which were growing up tall and green in clumps through the yellowed grass. Labels: India Atlanta Gandhi. It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful. Fire and Flux Records. Peek Thru the Pines.
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Untoward: Durga Puja (do not read if squeamish!)
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Thursday, October 25, 2007. Durga Puja (do not read if squeamish! On Sunday we were nearly trampled by a giant silver goddess Durga, radiating out silver doilies from her many bloodied palms, and carried on a litter of bamboo poles. Before her went two bicycle carts- one for a wall of speakers, and the other for the massive diesel generator needed to power the speakers and light the silver giantess appropriately. The speakers in turn powered crowds of throbbing teenage boys. See how they break the body!
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Untoward: Practice
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Friday, November 2, 2007. An example of a portion of my practice from last week: Play this 7-second phrase (my second kayada) repeatedly for 90 minutes. This ends up being more of a practice in meditation and focus than anything else. After that of course I'm thrilled to get to the second part of practice because the phrase I have to repeat for 90 minutes is more than 2 minutes long, aaah. See how they getcha! It's Like a Braid. Why I Must Be Careful. Fire and Flux Records. Peek Thru the Pines.
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Untoward: Bombs, Stars, Buffets
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Monday, December 3, 2007. Bombs, Stars, Buffets. Sorry this has been sparse of late, but things are getting more and more strange. I was to play drums for Shamsher Mehndi's band for a holiday concert (Dev Deepawali) on a huge floating stage in the Ganges river, but some law offices were bombed the same day (and Varanasi has a thick recent history of terrorist acts) so all public festivities were cancelled. But because of this we were able to have dinner at Daler Mehndi's house in Delhi. It's Like a Braid.