|KK - THE MESMERIZER
|In which Cain goes into insane depth re the new releases
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|Author:||simplecoffee [ Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:45 pm ]|
|Post subject:||In which Cain goes into insane depth re the new releases|
Here I am - only two days late this time.
Which, incidentally, I would not have been - if it hadn't been for all that lovely, lovely electricity they shunt from Gurgaon to Delhi at odd times of night. Jeez.
I decided to put this in a new post by itself because it ran to so many words. Really - it practically sprawled, and I couldn't control it, so here it is.
Warnings for a) a possibly disturbing theme that may just freak people (what the hell am I getting myself into?) and b) what may come across as SRK-bashing. I'll state right here that I'm quite fond of Shah Rukh Khan (indulgently fond, as it were - and Red Chillies Entertainment has been pretty good to KK, so no complaints on that score), but in this case I'm indignant about a certain issue - which you, gentle reader, shall witness.
I have, however, no intention of bashing him. I don't often bash anything if I can help it - except the Chevrolet Beat, which I am extremely happy to bash.
Humko Pyaar Hua (Ready) is another of those fluffy romances a la Sajde, except that Sajde isn't as fluffy. Where Sajde, for instance, is ice cream at night, Humko Pyaar Hua is candyfloss in blinding sunlight reflected off traffic. That's how fluffy it is. I mean, what's with the whole 'Bay-bee, I can see the su-un rising in your eyes' thing? And the intermittent shouting of 'Bay-BEE!'? Each does exactly nothing to help its cause.
My mom loves this song, because she can never get enough fluff and can't understand why I like O' Mama. In other words, she is not kinky. XD
I make no secret of my opinion of Tulsi Kumar, so the less said of her the better - except that she does seem to have taken a liking to KK, which means she has good taste. XD
The stanza quite saves the song, incidentally - Chaahaton ka khudaa mujhko itnaa yun degaa is so cute it goes a little beyond candyfloss and almost ends up at actual candy.
Rock candy, KK is. XD
(Notice almost all the paragraphs in this segment ended with 'XD'?)
I'll go deeper into Chadhta Suraj (Coke Studio) when there's more of Coke Studio to go into. For now, I'll just say it's got heartrendingly beautiful lyrics, a nice bit of discoursing by the Sabri Brothers (with the emphasis on 'discourse'), and KK simply surpasses himself. He's power incarnate, as always, but he's restrained power - a power that confines itself to a mere undercurrent through the more-than-eight-minute song until towards the end it finally breaks free - and then not quite free. The only trouble I had with it was the repetition - his lines are beautiful all right, but couldn't there have been at least a little more for him to say? I mean, it's an eight-minute song. Unless it's merely the genre, which I frankly don't know much about.
Also, this song cemented my parents' positive opinion of my taste in music, because the man's versatility is freakin' indisputable.
Antenna (the so-called Reloaded SRK Mix) (Always Kabhi Kabhi)
I must admit here to being extremely lucky in that I have open-minded parents - they listen to my point of view on most things, and logic works with them (almost always). The so-called older generation does not, however, consist of only my parents.
All right, now - I love this song. I love it quite manically for lots of reasons: one is that it's manifestly insane - and somehow, through that insanity, contrives to make its point. Apart from that, no one in the industry can pronounce antenna correctly except KK - everyone says an-tee-na, which is wrong and I hate it, hate it, hate it - and the crisp, confident way he says it drives me crazy with glee. Also the fact that I'm, you know, the so-called new generation which the song defends.
Also, I have a science thing, and in the absence of chemistry, goddamn I'll take whatever I get. In this case, what we're getting is electronics. XD
KK is confident with the point he's making, and ever-so-slightly naughty because of the way he's saying it (one-way sunenge kyon ye lecture FM tumhaara - seriously, KK? XD) and it's that tongue-in-cheek style that no one else could ever have carried off. He's messing with people's minds, making actual logic seem crazy, and he's enjoying it to the hilt.
I love it when he enjoys himself. It is delicious. XD
Now to the issues at hand.
One, the girl is no great shakes at all - in fact, there would have been no hindrance to the song if she'd been removed entirely. I appreciate the requirement for a female part here, but why someone who makes no sense? As I've said somewhere before, a partner for KK needs to sound, at the very least, like an intellectual equal - not like someone who's just there for the heck of it.
Two, it has the laziest. mixing. ever. And I mean it. I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but the backing echoes of the first stanza (that faint echo of the last word of each line) are simply repeated for the second stanza - even though the words are different. I ask you. This almost put me off the song altogether - however, it didn't, which is a testament to KK in itself. (If you hadn't noticed it, I'm sincerely sorry for spoiling the song for you.)
Now this sloppy mixing made me think this song was done in a hurry - which in turn led me to listen to it more closely, because there was something else about it that bothered me. Eventually I figured out that it was this: Why is KK speaking in the third person?
And, after a lot of puzzling, I figured out that the two were connected.
The song is basically an item number for Shah Rukh Khan, right - SRK Mix, remember? says the (freakin' ridiculous) video was shot in the space of two days, over stolen hours between IPL matches - because Always Kabhi Kabhi is a Red Chillies production, and was likely to flop (which it did), and therefore had to be promoted. Well, if the video was done in such haste it probably means the entire thing was a snap decision, which is why the sloppy mixing - and that brings me to the fact that getting hold of KK was also probably a snap decision on the part of either the production team or SRK himself. (Possibly SRK himself, because of Delhi and the Marian/Columban thing. Just throwing that out there for anyone who might get it.)
Why KK, then? Because - and the lyrics support me here - of the fact that he and SRK are sort of the same age, and they're both surviving in an industry full of youngsters.
What SRK didn't reckon with was the differences between them. That KK's not barely surviving, but has almost the entire industry eating out of his hand. That KK is ideologically youthful and evergreen. That KK comes across as Eighteen-Till-He-Dies - that he sounds like a member of neither my generation nor SRK's, but somewhere in between. He's got the vigour of youth and the maturity of experience: he's got the best of both worlds, and in all this tirade if you've only read the word best, it's enough, because that's what he is.
KK himself should have been in this video - and it should have begun with a shot of him in a formal-ish coat, and ended with a shot of him in denim. Now that would have conveyed the essence of the thing without it looking like a sunglassed, gold-jacketed anomaly.
In other words, KK works with this song. SRK does not.
I'm not going to stop loving it, though. XD
Let me confess now, at the outset, that the songs from I Am didn't exactly...catch on with me at first. This was probably due to the fact that it was mid-afternoon and my brains were nonexistent (due to various entrance exams the result of which was not worth a damn in any case because I am going to DU) and I can only think decently in the dark. Nevertheless, it happened - but as is often the case, they hovered in my subconscious for days until it finally culminated in the desire to listen to them and actively make sense of them. (Active listening is a definite requirement for any KK connoisseur, which is why we're such an elite force. /gratuitous use of the word 'force', please tell me you get it.)
Anyhow, the Urdu Word Fetish was triggered, the songs grew on me and I fell for them, and I'd better begin before I mix any more metaphors.
Bojhal Se (I Am) is a clear translucent sort of fifty-percent gray, with tiny, subtle hints of flaming orange. I've no other way to describe it, which probably means I'm a freakin' semi-synaesthete.
It's got a dreamy not-quite-real, not-quite-imagined feel to it - a little restrained, a little drugged; sensory deprivation comes to mind, and the peculiar state of calm it eventually produces - the calm of despair, and not quite despair.
Like those iconic first few bars of Main Khudaa, Bojhal Se is bare, stripped (simple, beautiful lyrics - minimal score to maximum effect) to the ideological equivalent of a splinter-floored garret - and yet, somewhere, at the very instant of dawn or dusk, lies the realization that there is a skylight.
The lyrics reminded me at once of Shelley - compare Bojhal se lamhon ki shaam hai / Khaali si in aankhon mein to A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed / One too like thee - tameless, and swift, and proud. It is partly that reference (Shelley's second line - 'thee' is the proud and free West Wind) that is the skylight: the rest of it is KK himself. There's something noble about him, something indomitable in spite of the pain that is so tangible that it translates into mere numbness, in spite of the calm that - as I mentioned before - is the calm of despair.
There is a recurring eye motif, strengthening my association of it with sensory deprivation (unless I'm the only one who made that connection - hello, geekery), but without someone who can carry the lyrics off, all those delicate implications would have fallen flat - or worse, fallen on deaf ears. KK puts the subtlety in the song, suffuses it with both desperation and the aforesaid nobility. His character has been through so much, been tortured so long it's ceased to feel like torture; he's weary and worn and alone, and all he wants or needs is the emotional equivalent of a good night's sleep - and he clings to the thought that he might just get it.
There's a mysterious, suspenseful feel to the song throughout, as though you're tiptoeing gingerly forward for fear you may find out too much - as though you're in the garret with him and a mere glance of his piercing, barely-seeing eyes might slay you with its intensity. Witness, however, Toote hain jo khvaab rehte the in...aankhon mein...: there is no mystery about the situation itself - it is definitely psychological; the question is as to its origin. Why is he trapped in an intellectual garret - and how long has it been? Was an occurrence in his past (dher saari yaadein) really so terrible - what is it that troubles him so and haunts him yet - and how can a mere mortal have suffered so and survived?
He's exhausted, drained out of his senses, driven almost out of his mind, and he hasn't given up hope. It's another reason the analogy with sensory deprivation stands - there is a minimum of physical discomfort involved, but it takes a great deal of emotional and intellectual strength to come through such an ordeal alive.
It takes a great deal of emotional and intellectual strength to portray such an ordeal through the power of one's voice.
It's one of the many, many reasons I love KK so much - the man is strong. He's unfathomably strong - he has the courage to make no secret of his ideals, and the integrity to stay a steadfast anchor; he's a delicious, delicious variable and a universal constant.
None of the questions I listed are answered by the song. None of them need to be. His haunted, hopeful voice is glorious agony enough.
Isi Baat Pe (I Am) is, on the face of it, simple enough, but on delving deeper one finds that it's chock-full of paradoxes - which pleases me. X)
Much was made of this KK/Amit Trivedi thing; I hear the latter's music is exemplary, and indeed the score of Isi Baat Pe is pretty damn good; it is not, however, by any means exemplary. However, I'll own that, due to its length and lack of variation (an intro and a couple of choruses? seriously?) the song was an extremely limited canvas - which means I'd like to hear more of this particular collaboration, because it has potential, and a lot of it.
Isi Baat Pe is technically supposed to be an inspirational number, but it goes far deeper than that. There's a grim note to it, an undercurrent of almost unnatural determination that speaks of set jaw and tortured eyes, a suggestion in both the lyrics and his voice of having had enough of the hypocrisy of the world, and that it's damn well time to break out of the mould and finally set forth on one's own journey. Maanga nahin hai kabhi aasmaan...Haan magar ek jharokha khulaa toh rakho... could, for instance, be taken as merely inspirational, but Jeet dum tod de naa kahin, isi maat pe... puts an entirely different complexion on the earlier line.
Bojh banke rahe kyon subah kisi raat pe...Haan, badal daale rasme sabhi, isi baat pe... has the same implication, because it makes perfect sense: why should the blinding light of day be revered above the blessed freedom of night? Why should stereotypes be adhered to, and why shouldn't they be broken - and why has no one dared to snap their chains before?
Because they needed a KK - a determined, righteous, quietly strong, sublimely powerful KK - to do it for them. That's why.
Well, 'night, all. I've got to catch the words flying around in my head, or I'll never get 'em.
I'm still awake, though, so send me your love and I just might get it.
(Did I just say something that sounded like a corny pop song? XD)
|Author:||kappa [ Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:14 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Re: In which Cain goes into insane depth re the new releases|
I have no idea how you'll react to this, Cain, but I'd never known this one to exist before today.
It's all a bit weird for me right now, the world is kind of re-shaping itself before me (at least that's how I sense it, following 3 months of.... well, a pseudo-alive state (if I may) in some ICCU - I only have others' versions of this, and dropping off into a coma following a head-trauma wasn't exactly part of my plan ).
But thing is, it's over. Now isn't that really a wonderful thing? Although, looking back (now this is something I've got to condition myself not to do), all that was a damned unnecessary thing so far as I can gauge. At least it's fairly engaging.
As it appears, this one is somewhat dated, too. Still, you know, it shocked me to some extent. Because what you say about 'Bojhal Se' and 'Isi Baat Pe' almost exactly mirrors what I thought, or rather, still think. Of course, the association of colours with music (and the inflections that come) is something you do with conviction, and what I admit I do not really grasp. (That is not to say it does not amaze me. I'd not be exaggerating if I said it scares me slightly.)
Also, I've never read Shelley. 'The eye motif' was something, though, that I couldn't fail to notice. It's like he's become disillusioned about a great deal in his past, but that hasn't unhinged him a bit. He is in pain, without a doubt, in fact so much of it that he has ceased to feel it as sharply as it had first hit him.... and all he wants to do is close his eyes and wait for it to pass, only it doesn't. It is in the mind, as you say, and it does not go so easily. The memories. All is not blissful oblivion.
That never breaks him, though. Somewhere deep down, he knows he will pull through.
What 'Isi Baat Pe' brings forth is the unshakeable will to walk the path, guided by one's own conscience. It's heady - the fire that's stoked in the heart never blazes, but burns steadily.... it testifies to a new-found determination, even the slightest hint of obstinacy, which drives the person not only to go off the beaten track if it should turn out so, but also to encourage others to do the same (Aa badal daale rasmein sabhi, isi baat pe....). And each and every time I'd opened my eyes after listening to the song, I'd almost believed it was nearing sunrise.... that the calm, cool, steady breeze of early morning would brush my face any moment now.
Am I glad to be alive.
(P.S. I'm yet to go through the newest ones, Cain. I'm sure they warrant all the understanding I can muster, and a temperature of 102.5 doesn't help out on that front. )
Cheers. And, thank you.
|Author:||miaow [ Thu Oct 25, 2012 1:50 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Re: In which Cain goes into insane depth re the new releases|
Hi Kappa, your absence was kind of scary. It seems that something went terribly wrong. Extremely delighted to have you back. Life will always give us a myriad of reasons to be happy and recover.
I pray that your temperature soon falls down to normal.
All the very best buddy.
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