Day Three of my Imaginary Glastonbury


Hello Good People who read this blog….

I thought I would start by telling you that although I smoked lots of imaginary spliffs yesterday, in real life I can’t get away with such behaviour! Dope makes me feel thoroughly ill, especially a couple of days afterwards when I get what I can only describe as “emotionally weak, panicking easily and slightly paranoid”, so these days I can only get away with the very occasional indulgence and then pay dearly for it afterwards. I love the feeling of getting stoned but I also lose keys, money, and cannot function and do all the stuff I like doing normally if I ever indulge! When I was younger I had a better resistance to these things but also grass now is  just so much stronger than the stuff we had twenty, thirty years ago.It’s a different drug these days.

So at my imaginary Glastonbury I wake up Sunday morning feeling also really rough, like a hundred elephants have been stampeding on my head in my sleep. I also get cramp in my left leg!

My Imaginary Sunday at Glastonbury is a bit of a blur, and I have in reality, little time today to write about it. So I will do this briefly( sorry!).

I look for the Healing Field to see if anyone can help me with my dope hang-over but instead find the International Music  field.

I stop and find a Javanese man who speaks no English, he endeavours to show me how to play a Sundanese zither from West Java, to accompany the singing of his beautiful wife.

After this morning’s music lesson, I traipse across the International Music field and go into a large marquee.What I see next is so bizarre that I wonder if I am imagining it all.On a cinema screen they are showing  the Chinese Revolutionary Opera: Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy ( I don’t think you’ll be seeing this at WOMAD! Please note that the singer/dancer is riding an invisible horse whose movements  are portrayed through percussion)

Leaving the International Music Cinema , I stroll around the field and come across a myriad of old friends and we edge our way to the Krautrock and German Electronica tent where we find a serene performance by Klaus Schulze

For the rest of the day, we gather our resources to make a picnic and find a dry piece of ground next to the main stage. We are all recovering from the previous night, the sun is blazing and we want to take it easy and chat about our news and lives.Some of these people I haven’t seen for ten years, a festival is more efficient than a Christmas card to stay in touch. We are all exhausted but cannot resist dancing when the Ozric Tentacles appear on stage.
Domes of G’Bal

After this we can hardly believe our eyes, as a navy blue box with a flashing light on the top,gradually manifests itself on the stage. It’s the tardis!

As if by magic,out comes the original Dr. Who followed by The Beatles ,( and a small dalek groupie wearing a pink feather boa round her neck) .

We just have to get up and sing along as they start to perform  I am The Walrus.

Inevitably we get stoned again and have to eat an entire packet of chocolate biscuits, plus crepes and drink more beer,until Pink Floyd’s set starts with  Careful with that Axe Eugene.

As we reach the final act, the sun has gone and mercifully the air is pleasant and cooler. A well-loved hippie band takes the stage, they must have some kind of secret sacred store of energy after all these years, and all those drugs.I know I can’t really cope with the pace but somehow this group’s energy is infectious and makes us feel 18 again . Yes it’s  Gong,what a great way to end the imaginary Glastonbury festival!

I go home, tired and too exhausted to go into details! I am sad to go home to an urban space where I am not constantly surrounded by live music and many friends, but we have talked about meeting at Solfest towards the end of the festival season and other festivals in between.

Love and Peace

Born2rant

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Acid Mothers Temple,Stearica, Chambers of the Heart (Oxford 30/05/2010)


Hello Good People who still sometimes read this blog…

I return briefly to give a highly subjective account of a gig I went to at the weekend, that blew my mind and which has deafened me although I hope to regain my hearing gradually over the week (wear earplugs kids and don’t do as I did).

I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Oxford on Sunday to see Acid Mothers Temple.

I bought my ticket online, but shortly afterwards realised I was ill with a stomach bug and had a bit of a temperature, but decided to go anyway, these difficulties were  compounded by missing not one but two Oxford Tube coaches ( long stupid story). However I live with the philosophy that if something has many obstacles in the way, then the rewards at the end of it all are bound to be amazing so I forged my way to Oxford from London eventually.

The Bullingdon Arms venue was a bit grim but OK. Many posters about sniffer dogs and a ban on drug dealing, made me realise that I was probably not hanging out in the poshest part of Oxford but the low down and dirty experimental rock part, as it should be for such a gig.

The first act on were a young local band called Chambers of The Heart. I think they were a 5 piece band, it was hard to tell as they were playing in the dark, with only a film projection behind to illuminate them. Sounding like early Hawkwind, they were very loud and jammed continuously well, but in line with the age of the musicians, they sounded too well rehearsed and polished to actually be mistaken for a group who were creating sounds out of the air after taking a strange combination of far too many drugs ( i.e. early Hawkwind or any of the other 70s jam bands crawling out of the squats and back streets of Ladbroke Grove).

Chambers of the Heart had no vocalist but was fronted by a truly excellent female theremin player, who made this contraption her own by making it sing like a drunken but earnest Clanger. They sounded somehow slower  than Hawkwind, but compensated for this by having great swells of  loud energy and contrasting quiet peaceful bits.

I couldn’t find any youtube clips for this band but instead here’s their myspace:

chambers of the heart
http://www.myspace.com/chambersoftheheartgroup

Motorhead may have claimed to have “Everything Louder Than Everything Else“, but that’s only because Stearica was not playing live at the time. Italian band Stearica, have several pleasant-sounding melodic clips of themselves online however at this gig they were loud, forceful, speedy and raucous like this clip but much louder and somewhat faster:

Stearica 14/4/2008 ( in the spirit that I saw them play in)

Again there was no singer, but the drummer was the front man. He was the most manic drummer since Keith Moon , although this reference may now be outmoded. He asked the audience standing a few feet back from the stage,to come in closer, in a strong Italian accent. So I moved right to the front, but I had already become so engrossed in the music than I forgot to put in earplugs. Thereby injuring both brain and ears and experiencing the music in the same way as gorging a curry full of chillies and not much in the way of other ingredients.

The bassist played from a wheelchair, with energy and originality. A third member of the band played synth and guitar through two rows of pedal effects, but I was not able to hear him until the rhythm section stopped playing, and even  then, I wasn’t sure if what I was listening too was him playing high-pitched sounds or my internal screaming tinnitus.

However here he is on an occasion where he can be heard:

There was nothing subtle about this band, but also no boring moments,high-speed all the way through. At one point, in mid-song,the drummer got up and the whole band halted in suspended animation, which was surreal. They kept this up for some time until the crowds cheered enough for the drummer to start back up again and the others joined in perfectly in time. Pretty impressive. If I was running a psychedelic club I’d book them just for their sheer attitude and contagious enthusiasm.

By the time Acid Mothers Temple got on stage , I was already a bit deaf and had headbanged several thousand brain-cells out of existence ( now living in headbanger’s heaven). I was a bit worried that I would not be able to hear the next band or have any energy left to dance with. I needn’t have worried as they cranked up the volume of the Marshall amps even further, and the two guitarists standing in front of me, moved about as they played ,so that somehow I became possessed by a need to dance even more frenetically. I didn’t need drink or drugs, the music was enough to temporarily cure my stomach malaise and send me into a psychedelic trance.

The entire band was Japanese except for the bass player who had broken his arm and was replaced by a white guy with a poney tail and a moustache . He was a dead-ringer for a guy I used to know who was both a devout Catholic and a devout drug dealer with gangster connections.  This phased me initially, wondering if people who look just like other people, have similar personalities and lifestyles, but I digress. He was just a good bass player.

The lead guitarist was an artist. I don’t know his background but I could imagine him starting by learning to play Chopin from an early age and practising this for 5 hours a day and then graduating to Hawkwind, Hendrix, Pink Floyd and Steve Hillage in adolescence.

The front man with long grey hair, on guitar and synth, seemed also to have studied the greats. You note that I do not name them.I  know little about Acid Mothers Temple.

Of course I had heard of this band for some years , and knew that they had a connection with Gong, but the reason why I was at this concert was after a conversation in a London restaurant with some music students.

One girl, who is an excellent musician herself and generally a nice person, was taking the piss out of hippies as most people do. She was telling us about an Acid Mothers Temple gig she’d been to. She described them as being total hippies, who jammed for hours on stage, with a lead guitarist who did twenty-minute long solos, how everyone there was on acid and how there were hundreds of long-haired hippies in the audience either swaying or dancing crazily for hours on end to the loud psychedelic mayhem happening on stage. At which point I had to say “That sounds great!” even though she was criticising them. A music lecturer then helpfully told me that they were on tour and about to gig in Oxford.

I had heard some Japanese “noise” bands from clips on youtube, and this is what I was expecting, but Acid Mothers Temple was not only “noise”, it was bloody good music. It was not “original” music in Western terms, but blatantly imitating early Pink Floyd and Hawkwind jams, Hendrix , Steve Hillage, or other psychedelic artists, re-hashed (pardon the pun) and re-assembled into beautiful musical forms, sublimely executed by these crazed rebellious musicians. The riffs could be  a bit laboured and repetitive, but this had the effect of sending everyone into some kind of  trance. At one point I got slightly bored with the repeated riff  but then the bass player launched into the most amazing bass line in the style of Yes bassist Chris Squire.

But you can hear this for yourselves. A clip of  Acid Mothers Temple, this is one of their famous tracks ,Pink Lady Lemonade..wait for the bass to come in…followed a minute or so later by guitar solo (27 th march 2010 Vancouver)

Here is a little taster of them during a manic more disjointed phase of their musical performance from 2006:

The drummer was tucked away in the back but still drove the ever-changing speed and volume.There were phases in the music of light and dark, the pretty and melodic contrasted with piercing chaos. Feedback was used throughout as an extra dimension as well as prolific stage antics.

On several occasions, I expected the guitarist to smash his guitar to pieces in front of me and was ready to duck or catch it, if it landed in my direction. There were attempts at singing but due to the volume of the instruments it was impossible for either the audience, or the musicians to hear any vocals. At times,even the drum kit , which was being hit as hard as humanly possible, barely registered against the storm of surrounding feedback and electronic overdrive.

But hey, why have one drum-kit when you can have two?

Here is a clip of  Acid Mothers Temple ( with two drummers), doing a cover of a Steve Hillage track :The Glorious Om Riff Somehow they manage to shout the lyrics in a totally different key to the music, I don’t know if this is intentional , or just because they were deafened. Luckily they did not play this at the excellent Oxford gig I attended,as it is a bit painful to a  Steve Hillage fan, and yet it’s still brilliantly rebellious and entertaining. I assure you that they are much more “polished ” in 2010…if polished is the best word to describe them. Anyway Steve Hillage fans should play this clip from around 5 minutes in and see what you think of their cover version. Even later on in the clip, the band gets a tad nihilistic.

Acid Mother’s Temple with glissando guitar ( beautiful!)
14th April 2010 Kentucky

The final 30 minutes of the gig had virtually non-stop strobes. The lead guitarist threw his guitar around and then hung it up on the lighting rig, letting it ring out the feedback before leaving the stage.

Love ’em or hate ’em, the hurricane of electronic sounds and the dedication of the musicians to blow your mind into the ultimate psychedelic experience makes an “Acid Mothers Temple” concert an unmissable cathartic event.

It’s been three days and I still have some tinnitus in my ears, but all in all, that was the craziest psychedelic rock gig I have been to in 30 years.

There were no lyrics, no elaborate lightshows, no on stage choreography, but f*** me it was good.

Go see Acid Mothers Temple before you die, or they do (and bring earplugs).

Love and Peace

Born2rant

…to Solfest, not a review, but some thoughts…


Hello Good People who read this blog…

Although I will be writing about Solfest, this is not a review as I have done in the past two years. I spent most of my time at Solfest recovering from the Hawkwind party and evaluating other experiences I had from my crazy summer.

For me the Notting Hill Carnival or in recent years Solfest , mark the end of summer and announce the beginning of a period of reflection and times indoors. Hawkwind reminds me of the past and the power of rebellion. The music reflects the effects of both drugs and the power of large gatherings and in particular the extremes of creativity.Thus opening  the “Doors of Perception” to deeper consciousness where both heaven and hell  live cheek by jowl.

Solfest was an altogether more “grounding” experience and is an example of a “newer type of festival”, exemplifying changes in alternative culture. It bridges the spirit of free festivals, mainly started by travelling creative idealistic people being chased around the country by the police, with the present, to create an event that has learnt lessons from the past and does its own thing while still conforming to rules and regulations, although there is  much turning of a blind eye to activities that are not harming anyone.

At Solfest I found both the most anarchic creative influences present in the entertainment, fancy dress costumes, and various types of  artistic installation and also mainstream culture in some of the aspiring stars performing, still climbing that ladder, even though making obscene amounts of money out of music is mostly a thing of the past.

At Solfest, you can pretty much have the experience you want, whether you have small children,don’t have children, love acoustic music, want to go to various excesses of toxicity, want to be healthy and coherent and attend yoga workshops, want to rock, listen to live world music, chill out all night  in a psychedelic way or want to dance.

This is a clip from the dance tent although many of the older and youngest attendees completely avoid this place.

The Ashan Project in the Dance tent Solfest 2009

The only time I went into the dance tent was on Saturday night waiting for The Orb to come on and this was an experience in itself. Northerners and the Scots know how to get excited and to enjoy themselves with free abandon twenty times more than any uptight Londoner. The atmosphere was crazy. The tent was packed with people of all ages in strange costumes with hash pipes, cans of beer, laughing ,dancing and shouting and throwing themselves about and screaming in anticipation. After thirty minutes of  being pushed about in a friendly way by revellers, I left the dance tent feeling like I was being boring but also avoiding the odd bruise the next day.

I am using youtube in a lazy way today but I think this little clip highlights pretty much what it is like wandering around this festival and why I love it. You have the organised entertainment but the majority of the time you have people just entertaining themselves, everyone participates and creates the atmosphere( watch about 1 minute in for little sound system scene with live singer, random saxophonist and “The Urban Gypsies” dancing along).

If you like your rock music truly raw and raucous (plus beer) then the Bar Stage is often the place to be. I didn’t see this band but I quite like them(you get to see them on stage 30 seconds into this clip).

This is “Vice Squad” originally formed in 1979 as a punk rock band featuring “Beki Bondage” on vocals.

There seems to be less footage of Solfest this year up online than last time.

One of the reasons may have been the mud and the rain. By Sunday,the mud was almost as bad as Glastonbury 1997. My tent is cosy but not very high and you have to crawl into it from outside. Due to last minute packing ,I had only one pair of jeans and no torch, since coming home I have washed my jeans three times on the maximum cycle to get rid of the mud and had to machine wash the tent too, plus my boots have shrunk . You get the picture! Travelling home on public transport one had to adopt a ” I don’t care if people stare at me strangely” attitude.

Also walking around the festival started to get a bit grim by Sunday night. I went to watch Kula Shaker then The Charlatans with my son and his friends. I didn’t much like Kula Shaker, sometimes I felt like I was listening to The Doors, sometimes The Who, sometimes early Deep Purple, or even The Kinks. It was like listening to a puzzle , lots of pieces of different bands copied and assembled into songs but no continuity or individual style. The performance was faultless and excellently executed, but then to me,that’s not creative. I like music that has mistakes, it’s the mistakes and the improvisation that generates something new.

In the break between the two bands my son and I discussed various things, we like talking about music and culture together. We were saying how everyone is a “covers band” these days. The new bands copy the styles of the old bands and the old bands keep touring doing their old stuff, that nothing new has really happened for twenty years in terms of live (non-dance) music. I pointed out that in the 60s and 70s everyone was intent on finding their own unique style and not just trying to fit into a marketable music category that wouldn’t offend anyone.

My son wanted to know a detailed account of the Hawkwind party. Then he told me about a conversation he had heard in the Dogs in Space tent with this bloke who had been a HUGE Hawkwind fan. The ex-Hawkwind fan described how he used to have every single Hawkwind album on vinyl, first pressings only. When asked if he had sold them since,he said in all seriousness(something like) :”No, I gave up drugs and as part of  the process, I had to give away all my Hawkwind albums, it was a big step!”

I know we were cruel, but we laughed about it and imagined a twelve step programme for giving up drugs .

STEP ONE: Get rid of all your Hawkwind memorabilia and never listen to them again!

( end of my brief comment on Solfest, still my favourite festival)

Love and Peace

Born2rant

p.s. I just found out that the “Urban Gypsies” were on “Britain’s Got Talent” 2008 , they have just blown their urban gypsy credibility.


Hello again & Tibetans, Amazonian Indians etc…


Hello Good People who read this blog

Where have I been ? I hear you cry ( actually you don’t exist and neither do I!) Ha, ha I am writing  from the Underworld via the internet.

I am suffering from attacks by many winter dieases…..

You can tell by the beginning of this post that I don’t have an f8888ing clue what I am about to write although I think Tibetans may feature.

One of the many wonderful things that has been in my life recently is a totally different outlook on people from other countries. In our mainstream media there is both a conscious and an unconscious focus on all the negative things in other countries and in bad people from other countries. The news , let’s face it, is never good news so all we hear about from non-Western countries is war, famine, earthquakes, terrorists,  sex slave trading, corrupt dictators, and all kinds of nasty things. In the end we are kind of brainwashed in the West to think of most developing countries as having problems and bad people in them. Either that or we just ignore them altogether.

But I have been reading a lot about the societies and music from other cultures , their belief systems, histories, strange customs etc.. and it is so fascinating and engaging to read about how musicians are treated around the world , how they conceive of music, life, society that my outlook living in Central London is so totally different now.

Each time I go to Tescos, (Tescos features heavily in this blog) I see women from different parts of Asia and Africa at the tills and I wonder which country they come from, what music either they or their ancestors created, their history, their belief system, their mythology, their art, customs etc…and each little bit of information I gather here and there brightens up my day.

So I’ll tell you a teeny bit about some Tibetan Monks and their music.

First of all here is some music from Tibetan Monks

although they also like to play the guitar

even rock guitar ( not a monk but still in Tibet)

We’re all global now!

I am reading a Phd thesis written in 1979 by a bloke who did extensive research on Tibetan Ritual Music.

I am deliberately calling him a bloke and not saying who he is as an attempt to get away from the futile excessive egotism of academia which I am rebelling against!

For the Monks all music is a spiritual offering and there are many wonderful ways in which they think about music .

For example during meditation the monks sometimes visualise a new type of musical instrument, they will then build that instrument according to their visions . He describes a giant lute that needs two people to pick it up as an example, but although it is fully functional they won’t play it,  instead they’ll put it on the altar as an offering.

The monks will have other instruments in their orchestra that are not played, their presence is enough as a spiritual offering.

Another thing they do is to have conceptual instruments.

Their orchestra like ours is subdivieded into various groups:  horns and trumpets,  percussion , vocal section but the string section, which is made up of largely Indian string instruments such as sitars etc..will be conceptual i.e. they don’t actually exist in a physical form. It isn’t that the monks can’t  afford  them, they just prefer a conceptual string section .

This section of the orchestra is played “conceptually” by a group of monks who  sit in the orchestra.  They  meditate visualising the intruments and then  mentally project the music , actually playing the conceptual musical instruments  with their minds. Other monks who have less imagination will meditate to augment the volume and number of instruments that are already present.

I kid you not!

Isn’t that cool?

Here is another example of “conceptual instrument” playing but a bit less cerebral this time from Finland

Meanwhile…..

Deep in the Amazonian forests of Brazil some stories from some researchers who spent thirty years or so in contact with a tribe of Indigenous Brazilian Indians…in fact these  researchers  happen to be Pete Seeger’s nephew and wife. ( if you  are too young to know who Pete Seeger is google him!)

The tribal village  held elaborate ceremonies using singing and dancing dressed as mice, everything in their culture is traditionally based around the animals and plants in their environment.

They sing hundreds of songs. If there are any musicians out there ( and I know there ) think of this…………………….

Here is how they write their songs:::::::::::::If one of them gets ill or injured , while they are recovering they are believed to be living in two places at once. Physically they are still at home but their spirit is living with some animal or plant group and mingling, socialising with them etc..

If they do not die and recover from the affliction, then someone in the village might ask them  the following “You know those mice you were living with while you were ill? What songs did they sing?”

Then the person who has recovered from their illness has to “teach” that person the new song. Each different species has a different song topic associated with it. For example they believe bees abduct human beings , so if you were hanging out with the bees while you were ill you have to be prepared to mentally write songs about bees  kidnapping people. In some cases the song then entirely belongs to the first person it was transmitted to and no one else is allowed to perform it.

This makes copyright complicated! There is far more I could tell you about that tribe but I must go to bed soon.

They got their land back many years after it was taken from them by ranchers . They would not have survived as well if it wasn’t for two charities started by Sting and The Grateful Dead to save Amazonian tribes. Once they got their land and some funding one of the first things they wanted in the middle of their tiny village was a full-sized soccer pitch.

I can’t wait until we meet aliens and start to research their music and customs( how ethnocentric of me) but if you leave America and Europe out of your consciousness, cultures and music become a lot more interesting and you could feel like you are on a whole different planet.

By the way why are we in Afghanistan?

Does anyone know ? Are they about to invade us?

Do they have a secret goldmine we want to get our greedy hands on? Do they have secret weapons of mass destruction?

I am sure MI5 is reading this maybe they know and could leave me a comment.

…or is it MI6 I can’t remember the difference between them…whatever happened to MI 1, 2,3 & 4? and is there an MI7? If there isn’t I declare myself and my little rebellious site to be MI7 home of hippie “intelligence” ..well more home of hippie ranting without that much info…

Here is some Afghani music  featuring a boy playing the role of a woman.

Bring back the women I say!

This film footage is of another strange culture which  is so weird that I cannot even begin to describe the  lengthy set of  annual ceremonies it involves. Months beforehand some of the participants have special secret surgery, some also paint their skin orange.

The musicians are mentored by a  group of elders who have to take various types of hallucinogenic drugs before each ceremony . A lot of fake crying is involved to make the musicians more popular with the other villagers. If too much alcohol or drugs are taken for long periods of time , these musicians and elders  mysteriously disappear to a secret place of healing and retreat where they have to tell stories of childhood to a wise woman who absolves them until they transform themselves with new identities.

Love and Peace

Born2rant       OM!

P.S. each time I try to write or read my blog my internet connection is cutting out if anyone has the same probs let me know…it could be a conspiracy !!!!


I’ve been trapped in a big hole that went down to the centre of the earth


Hello good people who read this blog

I am so sorry that I haven’t been here. To tell you the truth (well metaphysically speaking -in real life it is just another bullshit excuse)…I was trapped in a big hole that went down to the centre of the earth. Have any of you seen the film “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”?

I don’t mean any recent versions but the one made in 1959 with James Masson and a duck called Gertrude plus all kinds of strangeness. According to the film site imdb.com the plot keywords to this film are as follows:Explosives / Concertina / Convent / Presumed Dead / Romance

That kind of covers probably where I’ve been the past month or so ( metaphysically speaking).

I had written a really “clever” analysis of Steve Hillage’s 1979 Canterbury concert DVD. But it wasn’t good , it was rubbish and then I had to research it and then I got lost in space and time, my ego smug-remarkness and in particular, ethnomusicology, apathy, panic resulting in an epic underworld journey involving explosives, concertinas, convents, gone missing and presumed dead by others actually I am still missing!

I am in hiding in a safe house in a London suburb with a dog called Oscar, and cats named Lucifer(true to his name), Ozzie, Riff, Magenta and Ebony plus an unnamed turtle . Only those who know these creatures by name will know where I am .

I’m sorry I have deserted you all.

I couldn’t make it to “Born to Go” in Hitchin. I hope those who went had a good time.

I just wanted to wish you all a Good Easter.

Got to go soon as they are showing “School of Rock” for the 30th time on TV and I must either watch it or go and switch it off immediately…I have not decided which would the better decision…

I am getting tired of having a multiple personality and concealing my multi-faceted roles . I have an insight into the elite personality, an anarchic one, a tragic acoustic singer-songwriter one, a comedy psychedelic experimental alien one, a music academic analytical one, one who likes Julie Andrews in “The Sound of Music” and well there’s probably a few more in there. I’m very contrary and contradicting myself on a daily basis.

Anyway some music!!!!! and I will be back soon writing about God-knows-what…

Video One

Gong but from a different dimension! One of the influences of Gong the band?(as well as French Cabaret Chanson and many more)

Anyway here’s Gamelan Gong Kebyar

Video two

a version of Om Namah Shivaya – Listen to Steve Hillage’s ..and Peter Hillage’s version on the album “L

I am enjoying trying to trace the various world music influences on some of my favourite musicians. Steve Hillage may have fused and synthesized different styles together but he must have listened to a lot of music from India, South East Asia, the Middle-East and Afro-American music ( well FUNK!). I enjoy picking out the threads of music to see what other musics they resemble. But I’m not very good at it yet there are so many different types of music in the world!

Anyway here’s some Indian music..Om Namah Shivaya

(this is a mantra to the God Shiva. There are many versions, I chose this one at random. As a mantra it is obviously very repetitive but later on it livens up a bit!)

and I’ll write some more nonsense soon.

I need to study some world musics a lot more and then I can write more about these things at the moment all I have are my ears to rely on but not a lot of knowledge. Apologies to Ethnomusicologists please feel free to add more information.

Take care everyone!

Love and Peace

Born2rant

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