It really is a 'season' in its own right. Madras in December is a transformed city.
It helps, of course, that it's probably the only pleasant month in the city, weatherwise.
Strains of music heralding the beginning of each day...
Across the city, in music halls with perfect acoustic balancing, in school playgrounds with makeshift stages, in tiny temples in forgotten corners of the city...
A new raga, a fourteen beat tala, a long forgotten composition unearthed...
Young, awestruck music students, gazing at the performers on stage.
Dreaming.
And then, thunderous applause.
Next stop-the canteen in the back, before rushing off to the next concert.
For thirty one days, music reigns supreme.
It helps, of course, that it's probably the only pleasant month in the city, weatherwise.
Strains of music heralding the beginning of each day...
Across the city, in music halls with perfect acoustic balancing, in school playgrounds with makeshift stages, in tiny temples in forgotten corners of the city...
A new raga, a fourteen beat tala, a long forgotten composition unearthed...
Young, awestruck music students, gazing at the performers on stage.
Dreaming.
And then, thunderous applause.
Next stop-the canteen in the back, before rushing off to the next concert.
For thirty one days, music reigns supreme.
2 comments:
A...h what about all the repeat concerts of our own favourite stars. These concerts appear to get better and better and one never feels any song gets repeated....
Absolutely! Even if they do repeat a song, it sounds different each time. That's the beauty of it. I could listen to TMK's Shankarabharanam or Sanjay's Thodi hundreds of times, and never tire of it.
Semmangudi's Kharaharapriya and Kambodhi, Ariyakudi's Madhyamavathi and Panthuvarali, KVN's...well, everything he sings is beautiful :)
Ah, and who is this?
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