RFAK final night of US-Canada-Caribbean tour

RFAK press conf RFAK final night of US Canada Caribbean tour

This was Rahat Fateh Ali Khan earlier this week at a press conference and reception at Antun’s by Minar in Hicksville, Long Island.   More about that later.

Meanwhile, gotta get ready for tonight’s show at Nassau Coliseum, the final one in the singer’s tour which began back in mid-April and took him from back and forth across the US, up to Canada and down to Guyana and Trinidad.

Falu on Foras Road

Falu at NYIFF 2013 Falu on Foras Road

Photo credit: Sachyn Mital


When we chatted briefly at the opening night of the IAAC‘s 2013 New York Indian Film Festival – in addition to discussing her wonderful turns in not one role but two in last December’s Bumbug Musical (she played Mrs, Scroogewala and also Cratcheeta) – the vivacious singer Falu was clearly excited about her latest album, Foras Road, which was just over a month away from releasing.  “It’s traditional music,” she said, “in seven South Asian languages, and it represents a culture that is dying – the courtesan culture – and I’m trying to revive it.”

Well, the album has just released and Falu is performing tonight at the Highline Ballroom.  If you’ve never heard her sign live, you should go – she has this voice that she can shift without effort from a keen crystal peal to something seductively throaty and enveloping.

Note: photo courtesy of Sachyn Mital

Sardars and U2: Rock On!

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When U22 – the special edition, live album of songs selected by fans from U2‘s 2011 tour playlist – arrived in the mail, one of the pages in the accompanying program caught my eye:

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Among the various pages of images of the band performing and fans in arenas around the world cheering them on, here are two Sikh dudes front-and-center at two of the concerts.  Clearly, they’re fans of U2, and for the boys from the north side (or rather, their marketing/packaging people), the feeling is mutual.

The top photo is from the July 20 Meadowlands show (the same gig I attended, except we were further back and higher up):

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…don’t know which city the lower image is from:

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Life’s filmi soundtrack

This is a piece that appeared on Firstpost today, under the title How I met and fell in love with AR Rahman:

On my commute to work the other day, plugged in like always to my iPod, I scrolled through playlists, trying to find something I hadn’t listened to lately. I stopped at a playlist labelled Kadhalar Dhinam assuming it must have been some movie soundtrack I brought back from a past trip to Chennai and had forgotten.

As the song Kadhalenum started up, it was like someone had splashed ice water on my face. I remembered getting the album around 1999. Kadhalar Dhinam, a Tamil film starring Sonali Bendre, was also released in Hindi as Dil Hi Dil Mein.  When I first stumbled across the music by AR Rahman, even though I never saw the film, I just couldn’t stop listening to it.

At the start of the new millennium, after a slow and lengthy long-distance friendship, I had fallen in love with TamBram boy just over a decade my junior, who was living – where else – out by Edison, New Jersey. Every Friday, as soon as work was over, I’d drive out of Manhattan to his place, and we’d spend the weekend together. As I would exit the Lincoln Tunnel and Kadhalenum play from this soundtrack, I would be in great form. The weekend was starting and there was a cute boy 25 miles away waiting for me, sometimes — in the heat of summer — standing shirtless in the doorway of his garden apartment, watching me park the car.

We had talked about marriage though he was fearful of how his rather orthodox parents would react to me as his choice of spouse (hmmm, let’s see, their only child and only son involved with an Irish-American Catholic 10 years his senior…. I bet you know how this story will end, don’t you?)

But at that time, the bloom was still on the rose and we couldn’t get enough of each other, so when the shehnai blast signalled the opening bars of the film’s wedding song Nenaichchpadi, I allowed myself to daydream about what our wedding might be like. (Never mind that the reverie was soon interrupted by thoughts like, “I always perspire like crazy in silk when the temperature goes above 70 degrees, how am I ever going to make it through an entire wedding ceremony in Madras wrapped in a full-on Kanjeevaram and not look a complete mess by the end?” and “How lopsided it will all be, his huge family from the city and all corners of the globe in for the wedding, and on the bride’s side, my Mom and whatever few family or friends who’d manage to travel all the way from the US and Ireland …”)

I needn’t have worried, because within a few years, soon after we defied his parents’ and my mother’s disapproval and moved in together, he secretly posted a profile of himself on an Indian dating site and started an affair with a girl in his office.

And here’s where that soundtrack comes in again. One late December evening, just a few days shy of New Year’s Eve, he returned from supposedly “a drink with the guys at work” and announced, “You know, maybe I don’t want to get married and have kids.” It all went into slow-motion and the foundation of my life disintegrated like a sandy ledge under Wile E. Coyote in those cartoons. Soon after, we negotiated our separation. He offered to do me a huge favour and delayed his departure to remain in our home until I returned from a business trip to Malaysia: mind our cat and sign for deliveries of the new furniture I would buy to replace what he was taking with him.

I had thought that he was The One I’d be with ‘til the end, and the break-up cut me off at the knees. It was one of the darkest times of my life and I moved like the walking dead through the conference in Kuala Lumpur, somehow holding it together, just barely.

The day the conference concluded, an acquaintance in KL offered to take me on a drive to see some of the city. As I played with the radio dial on the car, I stumbled across a Malaysian Tamil station. Alternating DJ chatter and film music played in the background while we talked about the city’s architecture.  And then it happened.

That wedding song I used to daydream to while driving on the New Jersey Turnpike suddenly came on the radio and for a moment I froze, biting the cheek inside my mouth to keep from crying, the joyfulness of the song a wicked contrast to my actual situation. At that very moment, if my soon-to-be ex- wasn’t back in New Jersey entertaining his new girlfriend, he was in our apartment, boxing up his belongings in anticipation of moving out right after collecting me from the airport.

My life as a musical

But that was quite a few years ago, and this time, summer 2011, listening again as the first track of that album played, then another and another, on a lovely sunny morning, I could appreciate the beauty of the songs’ melodies. Those other memories were like watching a jittery movie clip on YouTube. It was an awful time to live through, but I survived and have thrived since then, and come to realise what a disaster it would have been if we had married or had kids.

Music has always been such a vital part of life.  Even as a little girl, spending my summers at my grandfather’s home in Ireland, I was in love with musicals like West Side Story and Fiddler on the Roof.  I would take his little portable Grundig tape recorder and ensconce myself in the apple tree in the garden, while I blared I Like to be in America and If I Were a Rich Man at full volume for my maximum enjoyment, until the poor neighbours would appear on the other side of the hedge and ask me to turn it down.

After Hindi movies became a regular part of life, so too did all the music, and not just from films, but from pop and bhangra stars too. When that TamBram boy and I were together, I introduced him to DJ Rekha’s monthly Basement Bhangra event in Manhattan, and we soon became regulars. Very happy and bolstered by one or two caipirinhas, we’d dance for hours to Mary J Blige’s Family Affair and Dil le Gayi Kuri by Jasbir Jassi. Even now, when I hear that song start up, it’s hard to not dance and sing along with the music.

It’s funny how evocative just a snippet of a song can be. To this day, when I hear Stereo Nation’s album Jambo, I’m transported back to a holiday in Padua, Italy with my mother, going for a run early in the morning, still sleepy, letting the high from the bouncy music of Oh Carol and Devotion keeping me going until the runner’s high took over.

Or Khuda Jaane from Bachna ae Haseeno evoking memories of another family visit to Venice. This time with Deepika Padukone standing in the very piazza where my Mom and I toasted each other with an aperitivo (she for my birthday and me, for Mother’s Day).

I’ll be all right

My mother raised me all by herself and it was always just the two of us. Through her career with an airline, we were able to travel the world together at least once or twice a year, until time and smoking took their toll. It was while taking my Mom’s remains home to Ireland in 2008 for her funeral that I escaped one night to try and distract myself from the approach of the dreaded day, and watched the newly released Ranbir-Deepika starrer in a Dublin cinema.
This is what I think is such a tremendous, genuinely life-affecting gift that we receive from Hindi (or Tamil or Telugu, etc) films: even if a particular movie is not to your liking, there’s a strong possibility that there may be at least one song from the film (or more) that will either improve your mood, make you want to dance, or touch your heart very deeply.

Shaad Ali and Tarun Mansukhani don’t know it, but both of their films have given me a boost when I desperately needed it. Shaad Ali’s bright and cheery Bunty aur Babli so lifted my spirits in the first few months that I was still reeling from the aftershocks of that awful break-up.

And Mansukhani’s Dostana, particularly the song Jaane Kyun / I’ll Be Alright was the one I played every morning as I marched the last few blocks to office in the three months after my Mom died and the reality slowly sank in that I had lost her, and I also found myself at the risk of possibly losing my job. As the buoyant music and that “I’ll be alright” refrain poured into my head, I kept reminding myself that the two things I had dreaded most in the world had happened, only a few years apart from each other. I had lost the boyfriend and then lost my mother. And to my surprise, I’d survived, so I just had to hang on somehow, keep moving forward and I would indeed be all right eventually.

And I was!

U2 concert pix

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Here are some pictures from this Wednesday’s U2 concert at the new Meadowlands Stadium in New Jersey, delayed by one year due to Bono’s back surgery.

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Even with the balmy weather, it was a brilliant show.

That expensive claw device that they designed to give their stadium show audiences a 360 degree experience was well worth the 200 trucks and 400 tons of equipment comprising it.

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Part accordeon-like expanding jumbotron screen,

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part light show, part theater-in-the-round, The Claw and the band made a show for tens of thousands of fans feel like a much more intimate experience.

And, at times, I found the vertical pole at the top of The Claw reminded me of a cathedral spire:

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While we waited for the band to take to the stage, the massive flexible screen above the stage had a zipper of global locations and times rolling by, including this mention of India:

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and here, closer:

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But finally, some time past 9:30pm, the boys arrived, [Read more...]

A.R. Rahman concert – Nassau Coliseum

 A.R. Rahman concert   Nassau Coliseum

Last night was the big kickoff to A.R. Rahman’s post-Oscar win tour of the U.S. and Europe.  

He started at Nassau Coliseum out on Long Island, and tonight he is in Atlantic City.  

Here are some pictures from the concert:   [Read more...]