Happy Birthday Vedder

Happy Birthday Vedder
Dec 23,2006

I love going to music stores, can spend hours there, looking at all the music that’s made in this world, shelf after shelf, wondering about the cause and the reason for the pieces of work lying in front of me.

One such day, many many years ago, I picked up Ten by pearl jam, simply because I had heard alive some years before that and the sound stayed with me, albeit inconspicuously... My going home with that tape that day remains by far my most treasured experiment with a rock band.

I tend to listen to music differently, lyrics always play a more significant role for me as compared to rhythm. And more often than not, a song has been coupled with an incident, or a thought process, and the congruity between the two has fascinated me to such a level, that I begin to think of that song as exclusive.

This is what I like best about lyrics/poems/ramblings… one can read what one wishes to read in those and revel in the degree of personalization that one perceives exists…perhaps that’s why I never like to explain my ramblings to people who read them, because they are very personal to me and if they don’t speak to you, then there is no reason why you should waste your energy trying to understand what they mean.

People find my fetish for pearl jam strange, some of them stop short of calling it juvenile, but, the language their music has spoken to me, at the time it has spoken, is an experience, noone but I would know. And I revel in the fact, that there exists an entity in this universe, which has a mind that thinks the way it does, which has a reach that reaches the way it does, which has a sound and the sound speaks to me.

What I feel for eddie vedder, is nothing but tremendous respect, for the words that he speaks and for the mind that he owns and I know, for as long as that mind remains in this world, this respect shall continue to grow.


...your light’s reflected now, reflected from afar
we were but stones, your light made us stars…
light years, binaural


PS: food forever thought "when you are feeling alone, go to a record store and visit your friends", Penny Layne, Almost Famous

maya

I want to talk a little bit about maya... it's a life i have been following closely for the past few years... i was aware of this life even before... but it caught my attention much later...

i have a belief that i am going to pay attention to maya for a long time to come... the road that she's walking on has an end... i'd like to see...

maya

maya sits on the floor
thinking of the song she heard last night
could it be that the words were to her alone
or is she just another of the lot
them all living an equal fight...

when she stares into nothing
she looks for answers
even w/ abounding thoughts there is a void
can a few lines strengthen the paper they fill
or is it just naivete
that her mind cannot avoid

maya looks over her shoulder
wondering about the life of twenty three
could it be that the struggle is hers alone
or is she just a perpetrator in the court of life
being awarded the universal decree...

she wants to be important, the most important to her
and yet its her alone, she will always walk over
she sees grief, one perhaps seen by every other
and yet its her everyday sunset
that wouldn't get her any lower

the world has formed an opinion, an opinion of maya
but her truth is known just to her alone
would the world ever see
the star she's meant to be
or would it say
there she was, the one that never shone...