:D

I'm really happy with the way my throat is shaping up
Seems like those little weird sounding throat warm - up exercises reeally do work
But the more i see such lessons online the more i realize that i need a proper vocal training
A trained voice , sounds trained . It sounds sure of its range .
Im a self sustained singer....dependant on a lot of things ....and i need to get rid of those things....free up my voice....
Plus the work needed for growling....well it hasnt affected my clean voice in totality .....but it does make it difficult to sing clean right after a fully growled song......i need to work on tht
It wud be an incredible ability for a vocalist to have in his arsenal.....

hahahaha lolz..

The Indian Cricket Team in a huge spot of bother without Zaheer Khan....probably shows the problem they are facing
well to be frank the selectors need to get their heads straight and out of their asses.....
selecting abhinav mithun ?
and ishant sharma?
cud have gone with nehra and rp singh...
but well srikant and his men are geniuses
they kick out dinesh karthik for no damn reason every now and then and bring him back if someone gets injured
change the selection panel ...
half the problems will be solved

well..

today i am going to try and learn Turn the Page as covered by metallica ....minus the solo of course....

lets see how well i m able to do with it 

dont know why i never tried to play this song before

also i have to look for songs which have solos in the A major scale....to practice my scale.....

either that or the minor pentatonic scale....

from what i ve heard thats the best way to improve one's soloing

learn a scale

practice practice practice

and then break out of the scale by changing notes and stuff 

and then just playing a solo ....(or making one if ur upto it) from the same scale..... 

sounds simple enough right???

:|

also im worried if i practice death growls ......(lower pitched ones)

i wonder if thats gonna screw up my clean vocals..

there are ppl who do both very well

i really need to know their secret

how to growl and sing together ....and both verry efficiently.....

damn i really need a vocal coach

another day..

another day
same old room
same old bed
same old fan over my head

rusted strings
tired hands
tired mind
eyes all red

a new day
a new song
all these roads
been already tread

lonesome heart
flood of thought
no sleep , no reprieve
for this waking dead

Song Of The Day

Would? - Alice In Chains

No real reason needed to explain why a song as powerfully moving as this one would be on the my mind today....
Everything about the song is just brilliant and sort of defines AIC's music in a very simple way....
From the free flowing bass intro ..... to the harmony of jerry and layne's voices.......and the amazingly haunting outro.....
I just feel this part of the lyrics ....written by jerry .....defines the melancholy feeling of this song....reaches out to you in layne's pain-laden voice...

Am i wrong? 
Have I run too far to get home
Am i gone?
Left You here alone
Am i wrong?
Have i run too far too get home 
Am i gone ?
Left you here alone
If i would , could you...


Layne Staley -  The greatest voice of the 90s

This is the acoustic version of the song as performed live on MTV Unplugged :










And here is the Link to the Official Video (wudnt let me put it here) : Would - Alice In Chains 

The Barrage of posts

like i have been saving em up for today...

i havent
dont know what made me suddenly decide on writing a blog
i really dont know

probably the fact that i dont have anything worthwhile to do
could be one of the reasons
probably the fact that i have so much stuff inside my head that i should put some aside somewhere...
to free up memory (a bad pun very much intended)

or probably the fact that i shouldn't waste all these thoughts by letting em rot
who knows maybe some of it may be useful to one of the unfortunate readers of this blog...
(unfortunate coz probably even they have ntn worthwhile to do if they are reading my blog)

and well right now i am thinking of more stuff
what all i can pour out here....

4.....

Questions
answers
a string of tests
millions of Questions asked
answer em right
answer em wrong
consequences
more Questions raised
thoughts
ideas
dilemmas
answers needed
more Questions 
misunderstandings
annoyed 
irritated
solutions are sought
reasons are looked for
searching
confounded and confused
investigate 
introspect
worry
distraught
frustrated
ask the big Question
is there an answer
to any Question we have?
or are there only arguments?
objectionable reasons?
is this worth it?
all these Questions?
no avail
no result
no answers
just more Questions
everyday
more Random Thoughts

Wonder.....

Sometimes I wonder,
I wonder; why i wonder and i wander
Into my dreams
Into my world
My own world
Far away from this one
Where nothing exists except me
And i lay myself down
and i wonder...
I wonder why i like to wonder and wonder and wander away
Away to some place
Away from this body
Away from this soul
Away, far away, away from anyone
and just wonder
like no one else does, can do or wants to
Coz no one likes to wonder and wander the way i do
And no one can understand why i wonder

I'm wondering whether I can understand
And i'm wandering all around
Trying to find someone who can wonder along with me..........

...

Lying down on the ground
On the cool grass of a midsummer morning
I am thinking; thinking why do we have to think so much?
Why do we have to ask so many questions?
Why do we have to worry about every-darn-thing in this whole world?
Why do we always end up thinking and believing that we are the centre of this universe
Putting our own self before anyone else
Think only about ourselves
Then what's the point of even thinking
what's the use of that scrambled mess in our heads
when all we do is think about ourselves
And what good are we doing to ourselves
Or let put this differently
Are we doing any good to ourselves?
Are we doing any good with our lives?
Are we of any use?
Are we even alive?
Are we? ?
I'm not gonna answer that
I'm not gonna waste my time
It just doesn't bother me
Coz i'm just like you
Lazy....
Sitting on his butt
with a pen in his hand
writing this......whatever this is

I thought all of this in the morning
and now i'm blurting it all out
and when you'll read it
You'll say ' What the....! ! ! ,
what does this dumass of a poet wanna say? '
And i'd say ' This is just the way we are
Crappy;
Boring;
Useless;
Selfish and Indifferent;
'Selfish', you ask, 'wait, a poem - selfish? '

I say, 'Its selfish because it doesnt care about the reader.
It is incredibly meaningless but it still goes on
without caring for the fact that the person reading;
he is crying out for help,
praying that this poem would end
if you dare call it a poem, that is,
This is how ridiculous we are.....
This is how pathetic we are.......
This is us........................

Part 3

Why is it that I have so many questions....
why this restless soul...
all these questions....drive me crazy
so many of em
I ask myself
And never have an answer

I'm not an idiot
I'm not a fool
But I'm just plain confused
Coz I don't know what I want
Don't know what to do
Everything seems interesting
So boring
Yet i try
Try to find my a place
Amongst the others
Try to fit in
join the rat race
the race to nowhere
The race to an uneventful death

Death, I call it
not life
'Cause it is not life
Unless it has a meaning
and until one dies
one is worthless
Only if one can know his own worth
Only if one can understand himself
can one lead a Life

Maybe that is the answer that I want
maybe that is what I have been waiting for
looking for
searching for

A pool of life
to fill this empty conscience
the wind of change, of peace
to calm this angry soul
Calm this random soul
this random mind.....

Part 2

Well Here i am
All alone in a crowd of hypocrites
Lost in the mist of 'Mankind'
In the generalisations of society
caught in the current of lies
Here i am

Like a stone
rolling along
on its own
Bouncing off the rocks
falling off the cliff
into the chasm of broken promises

But this is the only way
the way to the sea
where i want to be
The Hidden sea of love
Forbidden to those who despise freedom
- the freedom of thought-
those who are confined to their own little boxes
with their cliched 'principles' packing them tight
and it is so right
that it is forbidden
and hidden
for only those who dare to be free
like a stone.....a little stone
Can see this beautiful sea
Wet their lips with its water
Float in its abyss
Till they fall asleep

Now as the stone falls
other rocks pass by
Some wish to join it
some don't
Some wish to stop it
But they won't
Some try to break it
As if they could
Some stare at it with disgust
And it knew they would

As it falls, falls and falls
along the waterfalls
and it follows the flow
deep into the abyss
and falls inside its own thoughts
These crazy thoughts....
These random thoughts.....

Random Thoughts............

Wait for the sun to rise
watch the death toll rise
Gaze at the sky
and wait for the moment to come by

So as he gazes at the sky
Closes his eyes
Prays to his god
'Do not let them die
 Let my brothers survive
 coz if they should die
 i wouldn't even cry
 i'd just wonder about
 why i am alive.......

Black Heart

Terror seized my heart when I looked at the Sun
And I hid from it
Terror seized my heart when I looked at the Moon
And I hid from it
Terror seized my heart when I looked at her face
And I could not hide
The terror that I had used against all others
Had turned against its master
The darkness that I had used to cloak myself
Had forbidden me
I was engulfed by her light
Years and years of exile had made me an animal
Ragged, dirty, maniacal, monstrous
A beast
of fear
who fed on fear
of no use to mankind
So all my thoughts were bent on destroying it
And in doing so destroy myself
But that made the monster even bigger
stronger, gave it power
so strong, that I fought back the flame
that I fought back the wind
but I could not fight back love
I couldn't stand up against that face
it had a strange power
too strong for me
its beauty knocked me over
literally
and I'm still bruised

I'm still unconscious
my mind and body have drifted apart
but both are searching for the light
that face in the dark
who was she? ?
even in my unconcious state
all my thoughts are bent on finding her
who was that angel,
who shook that cloak away
showing me the real world
the beautiful world
a world meant to be treasured
not destroyed
they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I truly understand it now
she has certainly lit up my eyes

I like this light
I can now see the beauty of life
she might have been a dream
but even dreams have power
even dreams can the way
the right way? ?
maybe! !
for me, it did
i would just say follow the light
follow your heart
wherever it takes you

I still fear the power of that light
for I'm not strong enough for such beauty
my eyes are weak
my heart is weak
and yes
even evil has heart
maybe black in colour
but in bright light
even black shines......

The Journal...

The pages ruffled
As the winds blow ; through the open door
The candle's blown out
I dont mind the dark

A coyote howls at the moon
The moon light doesnt flinch
Shines through the howl
Tears apart the mask of lies
Revealing , what has been afoul

A mass of flesh
skin and bones , all of it
a face turned pale .....the moonlight seems darker than it...
a ghost of a person lies on the surface 
of the seemingly endless pool of water

and the coyote howls...

the moon , the coyote , the lake
witness to a crime
they weep 
for they cannot tell
they have been cursed with silence
the burden of knowledge eating away at em

the coyote howled....

and a weeping siren ....
out of the night 
came ringing through..
a person had walked by
coincidentally 
or not
the face had spoken out to him
and he obligd

a murder they watched
a murder it was ..
and as it was 
a dear soul had departed

dear to someone other than me
or i wudnt be watching intently
as that mass of flesh 
was taken out ....
wet and dripping ..... water and wine
i wudnt be holding that neck hard
and waiting for the clicking sound
and writing to u this letter ...with all disregard
to the fact that i may be found

i dont care if i am caught
my will is done
my vengeance .... attained
now i wait for the sun...

the sun will rise .... will dawn a new day
but not for her..... coz i took it away......

The Thoughts Of A Sleepy Mind In The Most Boring Classroom One Has Ever Suffered or Will

the heads bobbing up and down
the monotone beats on
eyelids grow heavy 
as every second passes

when u are in dire need of sleep
nothing goes in or out of ur head
it goes numb
and the worst thing is when u cant sleep 

In ur head the voices sing
the sweetest lullaby
the clanking heels of the monotonic voice
brings u back to reality

At this point of time
Life seems so unfair
U try real hard
to take all u can bear

you're doused in your dreams
all this while wondering why
the clock hand moves so slow
has someone slowed down time?

In this one hour class
you felt like you might die
but the end also reminds you
there is another hour to survive