Layman in la-la land!

George Elliot, that woman who wrote with a man's pseudonym, had said: "I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music."

Profound.

Let's admit it: I am a cynic. Especially when it comes to quotable quotes and pompous words. Expressions that, to me, look and sound insincere.

My approach, as a layman, to much of music is tempered with the same cynicism. Or, skepticism. Much of what I hear doesn't sound like worth hearing.

And then there is music. Music that cuts through the clutter, wipes away the rust, and touches, no, hits the soul. Music. Incendiary. Transformational. Searching.

Good jazz does that. As does classical. Some rock - bluesy stuff. Much of the other stuff leave me cold. My failure, no doubt. After all, if billions love 'MJ' and I don't, it's obviously my shortcoming!

Nevermind.

I will admit here that I have no formal training in music. None. Zilch. I can't play an instrument to save my bottom. I bray like an agitated donkey if inspired (or threatened) to sing.

So, without any credentials, I intend to mull over music. Will stick to jazz for most of the time. Afterall, the form of free music should allow me some free expression. I know its the hard stuff, apparently, but will still go ahead with it. Armed with only ears, and time and interest to listen.

I don't expect to be correct. Please correct me if I become too correct. This blog is supposed to be honest and straightforward. If I don't like Eric Dolphy, I can say it here. Nevermind the critics, and raised geriatric eye-brows.

So, here goes.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Jazzing it, in Calcutta!

My city. Calcutta (NOT Kolkata). The myth and mystery of its jazz. I grew up listening to the tales of Park Street's swing era (yes, the tales - the music died before my time). Louis Banks. Usha Iyer (later Uthup). Pam Crain. Rubin Rebeiro. ...

Just came across this interesting page: Finding Carlton, on Facebook. No, not my friend Carlton Braganza (who isn't that tough to find - just follow the best swing voice in India to locate him), or the pretender Larry Carlton, who regaled audiences in Bangalore recently with his pop music. This is Carlton Kitto. The man who got me interested in jazz, way back in 1989. 

I remember a balmy summer evening in Calcutta, when I tentatively stepped into the Calcutta School of Music,to hear Kitto play. I really don't remember why - I had heard as much jazz till then to fill in a dwarf's thimble. But there I was. Clueless, yet hopeful. Surrounded by people whose silver hair and coiffured attire made me even more uncomfortable (I was 16, so guess what I could have been wearing). 

Kitto started with some standards - Charlie Christian, Kenny Burrell, Django. I understood zilch - I knew as much of syncopation as I knew of brain surgery. After the first few pieces, I was wondering WTF I was doing there. But something clicked, and I hung on. Today, I remember Kitto's rendition of Burrell's "'Round Midnight".... Now, I had heard of Burrell - I was a big Hendrix fan, and knew that Burrell was a big inspiration (as he was for Stevie Ray Vaughan), but Kitto's song stuck in my head. 

Carlton Kitto still plays in Calcutta. The years, the decline of Park Street (yes - the advent of night clubs in place of jazz bars is a decline), the shift in focus to other, more commercial forms of music, has not dulled his passion or his verve. I caught him live at Someplace Else last Decemeber, playing a couple of sets with Nondon Bagchi. There he sat, crouched over his guitar, with his back to crowd - bouncing off classics with the kind of aplomb that I am used to, from him. The magic, as the cliche' goes, lives on.

Anyway, I can ramble forever on this once. Will post/write on this for the next few posts. Please join in, and post on your experiences, on jazz in India - in Calcutta or elsewhere...

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