Pleasure and the Pain

been wanting to write about a few things, but worldly affairs like work kept me away from this space. now, with a major project over and 3 musical evenings ahead of me, i am in that right frame of mind to write something about those few things....actually two. the pleasure filled time i had on an Arabian sea beach and the pain i felt because of the loss of someone very familiar. once again the common link here is music.

Pleasure (the waves are still lashing on my ear)
borrowing from Chris Rea of 'great voice', 'i know nothing about swimming, but they watched me go and then stay there'. 'the sea of Palolem, Goa is like a vast and salty swimming pool', a 'Palolem addict' friend of mine had once said about the place and thats what we experienced. amongst all my visits to beaches, i spent maximum amount of my time in the sea on this occasion. and thanks to my co-traveller, i ended up learning a few things about swimming. but thats not what i want to write about.

growing up on the legend of 'woodstock' and then later watching the movie, i've always regretted the fact that i wasnt there. this regret has been eased to an extent now. let me narrate how...

while taking one of those barefeet evening walks on the water-soaked beach, we heard a speaker led live and acoustic sound of the song 'lay down sally'. as we approached the sound we saw a live band at one of the beach restaurants and the evening plan was made. after a quick shower, and armed with a bottle of red wine, we parked ourselves (along with many others) in front of the band, on the sand. the stars had come out and some people from were beginning to show some movements in the direction of a bonfire. the musicmakers were 2 acoustic guitarists and vocalists and 1 female lead with a tambourine. they played beautiful music for the next 40 minutes and we kept getting high. at a distance some fireworks kept happening...friday night at a south Goan beach!

as if this wasnt enough, the band then decided to get down from their stage and joined us, the group listening to them. the bonfire was warm and shining by now and our wine bottle, half-empty. the group became intimate, the music sweeter, the musicians happier. spirits, smokes, music, sea, life! my ears noticed a new and tiny sound of mandolin and i looked in its direction to realize that a sombrero wearing mandolin player has joined us from somewhere. this was followed by the sound of a congo, then an african drum and the songs kept happening....'one of us', 'whats going on', 'nothing else matters', firworks and the sound of the waves lashing...(wordless)....became wineless. i went out looking for more and my partner went looking for some sleep. this bliss continued till the wee hours of the morning.

Pain:
monday morning, and i was back to mechanical life of civilization to read the news of a death...that of a favorite musician. OP Nayyar expired at the age of 81. quiet symbolic, i thought.

more on OP and his music in my next post...right now, am ready to enjoy some blues and scotch. have a good weekend!

ps: will put up the pics when i upload them on the computer.

pps: apologies for writing another long one, mouse!