This essay originally appeared in Critical Muslim Vol. 4 (Hurst & Co. London: 2012. eds. Ziauddin Sardar, Robin Yassin-Kassab). There are no billboards on the streets. For the last four years, a week or so before the new season of Coke Studio is launched, most of the important billboards in major Pakistani cities are taken [...]
CM friend, Neelika Jayawardane, reviewed Lapata’s The Little Book of Terror for Africa is a Country. Rather than fall into the sort of pop-psychology that claims to sort out why the children of the well-off (Osama bin-Laden included) may find “radicalism” attractive, Daisy Rockwell’s “cheeky little volume” of paintings and minimalist essays, The Little Book of Terror, offers a [...]
This Friday (February 3rd) come to my book launch and art opening in Philadelphia at Twelve Gates Gallery. The paintings in question will be mostly South Asia related, with the centerpiece being my series of watercolors of Jackie Kennedy’s visit to the Subcontinent. Dedicated CM readers will recognize this series instantly from my old but [...]
Taste the war paint on my tongue/as it’s dripping with my sweat/place my gaze in the futures path/seeing things that ain’t come yet Many years ago, a different me was in a car driving down a highway I had travelled many hundreds of time to a destination I was intimate with, and from a base [...]
From the inbox, a great event in NYC, hosted by Brownstar Revolution: THE BROWNSTAR REVOLUTION presents…UNIFICATION 2010 Featuring performances by: DJ Rekha The Kominas Hari Kondabolu Fair and Kind Curated by: BROWNSTAR 11pm Saturday, August 14 Joe’s Pub (425 Lafayette Street between East 4th Street and Astor Place), New York City ONE NIGHT ONLY Commencing [...]
Stephen Merritt: Tiny Tim was, like yourself, a song historian. Well, he had a pick-up band who had not rehearsed at all, I think. And what he did was play three chord cycles over and over again, and sing on top of that. The songs from the entire 20th century and part of the 19th [...]
Ok, this is like catnip to me, you know? I just cannot resist. Taru Dalmia aka Delhi Sultanate transplanted from Germany to Hindoostan, lays them slow. I especially like Mental Slavery but ’tis not on youtube. Check it. [h/t Jahnavi P.]
Tanz-Orchester Petrescu: The Sheik of Araby, c. 1922 update: Via Kerim comes the Nazi propaganda version of the Sheikh of Araby.
My first cassette, paid for, was Iqbal Bano sings Faiz which was put out by Shalimar Recording. That summer, I think it was a summer, I was obsessed with Faiz’s Dast-i Saba (1952). That dog-eared, tea-stained, copy still sits on my shelf, with pages marked and poems underlined. In that collection is the poem Yaad [...]
That is some sharp work. From his myspace page: “Taru Dalmia is a reggae and hip hop artist based in New Delhi India. He has performed at various poetry forums and live shows, representing the lyrical and cultural tradition of reggae dancehall and hip hop in India.” [HT, SC]
The rhymes were flowing and beat was strong. And I had a big, huge, grin through the whole night. It was the first night of Hiphopistan. I skipped the panel – as each panel skipped, adds 10 weeks to my life span – and showed up in the middle of Kabir’s set. I got to [...]
Saira Banu weirds out the all-too precious ode to motherland by Manoj Kumar. All I know is that Pran and Prem Chopra are _both_ in it – the baddest bad men ever. Don’t believe me? Check this clip from the same, sampled and tweaked by Dan The Automator Nakamura and DJ Shadow in Bombay the [...]
Feist with Broken Social Scene, The New Pornographers, The National and some other people.
Does Kanye love chapatis? Hell Yeah, he does.
I absolutely demand that you read Samantha Shapiro’s Hip-Hop Outlaw from NYT Magazine. It is such a great read with asides like “(The Fox report on the DJ Drama raid included a shot of a grave-looking police officer saying, “In this case we didn’t find drugs or weapons, but it’s not uncommon for us to [...]
Toronota based desi band, Falak – who think therefore they resist – want you to know that at least one of the 9/11 hijackers was just a spurned lover. In their video for the song, Yadain II – Memories II – the band rocks, ‘how do I live after forgetting you?’ while the hijacker gets [...]
Brett Lee duets with Asha Bhosle in one of the more bizarre things I have seen in a while. I do commend Lee on his rolled R’s.
I have issues with authenticity. 1 One of the best scenes in Terry Zwigoff’s brilliant Ghost World is the horrific date Seymour has at the local “blues bar” where the frat/club/blues band the Blueshammer gives a soul-crunching perfomance of “Pickin’ Cotton Blues”: I been pickin’ cotton all DAY LONG. “Aren’t they great?,” asks Seymour’s chirpy [...]
My readers are such lovely people. They know that I am just goofing off under the pretense of being busy. So, they do not hesitate to ask of me what they want. Here is gentle reader, Jeff: Dear Mystery Man, I see from CM that you are (a) hip and (b) someone who appreciates music. [...]
I was toying with the idea of doing a top 5 or so albums of 2005. Since, I, um, actually paid attention to music, this year [not dissertating, obviously]. Stuck in an office staring at the computer monitor for 8 hours a day – every day – does that to you. I also, happen to [...]