Comments on: 55Friday: The “Everything Counts” edition

By: Joe

Joe — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:58:17 +0000

Hey. In reference to Sharaab’s comment (# 30), we have just released our album and it is free for everyone to download @ http://www.fabricelectronica.net. The first 5 people who email me @ fabricmvp@gmail.com and reference Comment # 32, I’ll send them an actual CD, complete with all of your standard CD fixin’s.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Wed, 14 Dec 2005 15:50:45 +0000

http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/002652.html#comment37916

*The four brothers wore matching red bandini turbans, rustic voices souring in unison over the ornate desert citadel.

Aarrgh, I just noticed that should've said "soaring"......hopefully nobody else picked up on the typo, because it changes the whole meaning of the sentence......

By: sharaab

sharaab — Mon, 12 Dec 2005 22:21:20 +0000

check out this band i produced. they are called "The Fabric":

http://myspace.com/fabricmvp

we have been highly influenced by Depeche Mode.

By: Vidster

Vidster — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 23:38:19 +0000

I’m late…but you know the ubiquitous they say, better late than never! My sister lay limp against the hospital bed. I simply held her hand, powerless to heal her injuries.

Â“I canÂ’t sleep.Â” Painfully.

Â“Sssh, close your eyes.Â” Helplessly.

Â“Sing for me.Â”

She was the singer, not me, of the two of us.

Â“Something from our paattu class*.Â” Wistfully.

Maybe I could do something after all.

*Singing class

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 22:18:13 +0000

Ovaltine,

Along with Thekingsingh’s excellent advice, what I can add is that you should speak from the heart, especially if you write about something that really moves or inspires you. The words will then start flowing naturally

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 22:08:45 +0000

Nusrat saab’s unmistakeable voice rose and fell in harmony with the cyclical rhythm of the qawaali; his alaap echoed by the gentle insistence of the rabab. The call-and-response tradition underscored by the clapping, beckoning you inwards as a brother.

The music was joyous, inspirational, breaking the barriers of creed; beyond Sharia, beyond kaafir and believer.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 22:01:41 +0000

The Spanish guitar sings its soft flamenco lament.

Passionate without restraint, the story pours out; each chord is poetry incarnate.

Drawing forth memories long-buried; glimpses of stolen moments of tenderness, the eyes which you opened your soul to, the voice which could reawaken your love with a single word.

Your heart breaks all over again.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 21:59:10 +0000

Thekingsingh: Thanks bro Here’s a few more from me…..

The four brothers wore matching red bandini turbans, rustic voices souring in unison over the ornate desert citadel.

The plaintive song of the sarangi filled the courtyard, evocative of lives conducted on an epic scale; of unparalleled grandeur and impossible honour, of relentless sunlight glinting off mirrored skirts, the ghosts of steel-clad horsemen thundering past.

By: Camille

Camille — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 07:57:18 +0000

the Â‘lover I donÂ’t have to love?Â’ Hmm. Working on that.

Oh, you have to love fiction written around Conor!

Aranyi - wow!

I agree, Aranyi! In the words of Paris, that's hott.

By: aranyi

aranyi — Sat, 10 Dec 2005 06:29:02 +0000

Thanks Badmash. I like yours too! Reminded me of some BBC programme I saw of schoolkids learning the Gayatri Mantra somehwere in England. Punkerlove – been there, still vacillating!