Fireflies 2010 – Festival of (World) Music

Fireflies is one of the music fests I eagerly look forward to. Banyan trees, stars, music and drink/smoke as you please – it doesn’t really get better than this. But it was better. Last year.

Fireflies 2010 saw a huge, huge crowd. The organizers say there were 4000 to 5000 people. More than double of last year. The venue obviously doesn’t have the capability to handle so many people. The amphitheatre had so many people that once you were in – there was no way out! If, by any misfortune, you decided you needed to pee – well, may the Earth spirit by with you!

The sound system wasn’t the greatest. A lot of feedback happening, the artists complaining that the monitors sucked.

Individual reviews:

1. Jalshaghar – A Hindustani jazz/fusion band from Pondicherry (I think). They were good altogether. Very tight – played typical ‘world’ fusion music. The drummer, the saxophonist and the keys were trained more in jazz. The sarod player and the tabla player were the Hindustani touch. Although the jugalbandi between the sarod and the sax was interesting, altogether there wasn’t anything too unique about Jolshagar. There seemed to be distinct Hindustani moments and distinct jazz moments. The instruments are tight but now they need to experiment and move beyond the world music tag.

PS: The tabla player was quite hilarous. Standing up in resignation, complaining that the monitors were too terrible for him to continue.

2. Hulivesh: Folk dance involving crazy dancing tigers. The little kid tiger was fun to watch. The body art and costumes were nice – but the crazy dancing went on for a bit too long. A story line would have made it more interesting.

3. Lounge Piranha – A post-rock band gracing a ‘world music’ fest with their presence. But something was wrong this time. But their first few songs just seemed off. The guy in the grey shirt with curly hair – Abhijeet? – was going off a lot. The flute prodigy Pervez squeaked his way into some song too. That didn’t work.  Things started to sound better when white shirt guy – Kamal? – took over vocals and Shalini came on bass.  Then things sounded better. George Mathen on drums was, as usual, awesome. The humour was there, slightly lamer than usual. But something was wrong. I’ve heard them at B-flat, in a smaller, more personal space. They were way, way better there. Perhaps it was the amphitheater? The music didn’t seem wholly interesting or original either. I think we’ve reached a post-post rock stage!

4. Prakash Sontakke group: This fusion group had AMAZING percussionists last year. 4 guys making awesome, awesome music. This year, it was anything great. Prakash Sontakke on slide guitar played the same old fusion. Then came his award winning Canadian friend – Pradhan (?) Michael Johnson weilding a guitar in a kurta and a strange topi. He sang some completely non memorable songs. The only memorable part of the show was a verbal jugalbandi between the drummer and the tabla player.

5. Bharat Sargam and group: If you have Indian blood in you, you will HAVE to raise your hands and thrust your hips to the qawalis of the Bharat Sargam group. These guys got the crowd going crazy! They spoke in simple Hindi and were understood by the majority of the crowd. The must-have qawal, Mast Qalander, was performed, although it wasn’t the best rendition I’ve heard. The accompanying instruments were surprisingly tuneful. They weren’t the best qawals on the planet – but they knew how to please the crowds. They strangely played some Bollywood tunes and Daler Mehndi instrumentals. Crowds went mad.

6. Vayali – Kerela folk music surviving on the USP of having no string instruments, only bamboo instruments. Duplicate of last year. Need to innovate. They were followed by drummers from Kerela too – Aadum Pambe got the crowds going again!

7. Low Rhyderz – hip hop and reggae! God nooo! Please noo! They’re Bangalore song was the only passable song. But please please please – no! No hip hop and pseudo-reggae next year!

8. Bharat Mata Nach Kud Baja – Old folks trying to play music after watching their instruments rust for many years. Thats wat these guys sounded like. The first song was out of tune – the bass and guitar weren’t going. The rest of it was uninteresting. A waste of time.

9. Kyle McCloud and Hayley  Sabella – greeted the morning with a prayer. The guy’s vocals kept going off, but the girl had a pleasant voice.

Feedback to Fireflies: If you organize an annual 12 hour music fest, you have to make it better with each year. More thought has to be given to the line up. You can’t have good artists only in the first half – and bring crappy artists for the morning hours. People have come from miles away just to listen to the music. Subjecting them to bad or passable music in the morning isn’t okay. It’s torture! Also, you can’t bring the same artists back year after year. There are a lot of extraordinary musicians in the country – who would happily play for Fireflies.

And please – say no to Indian hip-hop!

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Growing Down: Songs of Childhood and Play

++ Growing Down: Songs of Childhood and Play
Sick of growing up?
Sing about growing down!

‘Growing Down’ is an initiative to produce a compilation of music (all languages, styles) exploring aspects of childhood and play.

The compilation has been inspired by the fragmented conversations we have with the child within us. As adults the disconnect we feel from the people and spaces around us often suffocates our spontaniety.

This effort has come up in response to our work on ‘Spirited Caravans,’ a process of setting up mobile cultural spaces across Bangalore’s diverse neighbourhoods and programming the spaces with projects around the theme of ‘Children and the City.’

The selected 15 tracks will be compiled into the ‘Growing Down’ album which will be released online and on a CD along with our partner labels. To know more, visit our website at http://growingdown.cityspinning.org

Deadline: October 15th, 2009

>> Contact

URL: http://growingdown.cityspinning.org
Email: growingdown@cityspinning.org

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Advaita live at Kyra, Bangalore

It’s strange to review a music concert and to say that the only thing missing was silence. But, strangely enough, that’s exactly how I felt after spending two hours listening to Advaita at Kyra, Indiranagar. Probably because I was wayyyy too close to the speakers sitting right in the front :) Anyway, to the music….

Advaita call themselves ‘a psychedelic/eclectic fusion band from New Delhi’. With eight members, the stage is crowded and the potential to go wrong is huge. Someone missing a beat, someone playing a wrong note. But with Advaita – this is impossible. Musically – they are superb. Tight, professional, and skilled.

The gig started with Mukti - something I hadn’t heard before. Quite nice, quite tight – setting high expectations. However, a few songs later, things seemed to get repetitive. Very nice layering, very nice harmonies (Anindo and Chayan), very very nice Sarangi (Suhail Yusuf Khan) and very very very nice Hindustani vocals (Ujwal Nagar). Most of the songs started softly and developed into a feverish pitch with superb drumming by Aman Singh Rathore. However, there was nothing to differentiate one song from another. The tunes weren’t really the kind that would get stuck in my head and I’d be humming them hours later.

But then came Why, one of their more catchy songs in my opinion. Chayan’s sweet, sweet voice completely enthralled me, and the staple diet of good rock music that Abhishek, Aman and Anindo grew up listening to became obvious. After Why, Advaita became an immersive act.

Desert Rain had some excellent solos by all members. Suhail on Sarangi – amazing, Abhishek’s guitaring – the fluidity and the Indian classical touch and the lovely slightly off jazz notes – loved it! But who I loved the most was Gaurav Chintamini on bass. He made playing the bass look easy! Enough that I would go to the next shop, pick up a bass and assume I should be able to play as easily! Crazy riffs – throughout!

Other songs I liked – Gates of Dawn, song Chayan tried to make the audience sing rock style, and Light. Very powerful, very strong.

To some of the low points: Lyrics are weak. Vocals were used more as an instrument – to sound good but not say anything substantial. Thats my other problem with Advaita – the instrument layering is in such depth – that the vocals get completely lost. And no one seems to take the lead (aside from Suhail on Sarangi – on occassion). There is such equality among the instruments – that there is no pivotal focus point – which is quite important in a live performance (in my opinion).

Then the tabla player was doing what? I don’t know. He was dancing/head bopping to the music more often then playing tabla. I think he could have definitely played a more prominent role.

Then the hindustani singer – he has an amazing voice – could definitely be to sing more than nice sounding scales. And what happened to ‘Mere Yaar’?? They ditched it at the last minute!

To Kyra – its an interesting space. A very personal space. Not intended for such a loud act as the one we witnessed. Advaita’s act was suited more for an open air amphitheatre gig. Perhaps they should try an acoustic gig – that would be very, very interesting to watch.  Hear the silence between the music that is the music!

Photos coming soon! (And bootleg recordings :D )

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Political Attyachar: Mp3 with Poster!

Rough cut of the my first song created on FL Studio (fruity loops). Background is inspired from Dev-D’s emotional attyachar – the voice overs are a mash up from various YouTube videos of political leaders. Inspiration for this happened after a trip to Vidarbha, Maharashtra, where we met Vijay, a TISS grad, who was working with farmers at a grassroot level. Vijay helped explain the governmental hypocrisy and corruption that eventually forces farmers go to extremes.

Song is incomplete – but whatever – listen to it – Political Attyachar by Tanvi Srivastava (click to listen).

(Mixing was done on Sony Acid pro. After  many, many attempts on Audition failed. Adobe n Vista are somehow realllly uncompatible. Mixing is to be refined. I got too sick of it.)

Then, today I felt very inspired to make a Dev D inspired poster for Political Attyachar. Made on photoshop, messed around overlays/levels/colour filters – results above n below! BJP don’t be angry – freedom of expression!

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Tata Docomo: Do the New!

Do Do Co Mo Do Co Mo Co Do…

One day I decided to do the new. I decided to go the Docomo way.

As a person who loves to make spontaneous/stupid decisions (and regret them later), it wasn’t a hard decision. I immediately fell in love with the Docomo ads. I first saw them on HUGE billboards on my way home from the airport on the last day of July, returning to Bangalore after a summer of 3 months.

The typeface was young, bold, unusual and simple. Simplicity Japanese style (actually more Swiss style when it comes to the sole use of type). And playful, of course! The C and the O of the DOCO even look like Pacman eating the O! The colours were refreshing – young and complimentary. The fact that the colour combinations kept changing  – from oranges and yellows to blues and greens – and still managed to look sooo good while keeping the brand identity intact was a testament to Docomo’s tagline – do the new!

The san serifs, the web 2.0 feel, the sheer audicity of the huge ‘O’ with the brilliant copy written within it! “Why do the old when you can do the new?” Oh, why, oh, why??? I may not know much, but I sure as hell know that when I see these ads, I really want to do the new!

Lol, Docomo dares you to another level. Move over, staid and sentimental Airtel, here comes the competition! Gone are the days of soppy relationships between Vidya Balan n Rang de Basanti guy! No more AR Rahman music and parent-child connecting the stars. We’re young and we know it! We’re not in for the relationship, we’re in it for the results. And Vodafone – the Zoozoos and the Pug were cute n funny – but you HAVE to get over them at some point.

So I did the new. I got the sim. With much difficulty I may add. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one enticed by the brilliant advertising and the wonderful scheme of 1 paise per second. Apparently all sims within Karnataka were over in a week. Tata promised that sims would be available the week after, but that didn’t happen. It was only a week later that I actually managed to get my sim.

And I’m LOVING every minute of it. From opening the pretty little boxlet which had the sim – with the cute and simple intros to Docomo!  To the brilliant brilliant scheme.

About the scheme – initially, I was like what the hell – nothing that great! 1 paise per second = 60 paise per minute = more than my reliance scheme of 50 paise per min local calls. But then I realised most of my local calls last not more than 15 seconds = 15 paise = 35 paise saving! AND THEN I learnt all national calls were all 1 paise/second. Then I was like WoAhhhh. 60p/min = way cheaper than my reliance 1rs/min!

On the negative side – the customer service is pretty bad. You can tell they’re just starting up. The CSRs don’t know anything. And the wait to speak to one of them is realllllly reallllly long.

On the positive – you get to hear a brilliant accapella singing ‘Do co mo’ while waiting! :)\

Do the new! Me re(do)comend!

UPDATE on Oct 3, 09: Couple of months into buying the sim – how has my experience been so far? Well, quite honestly the network sucks! My friend’s find it impossible to get thru to me – they complain of hearing a beep beep beep sound.. n then nothing happens. I can’t get thru to them at all. Docomo has the audacity of saying on occassion that ‘the number you’re trying to call doesn’t exist!’  And the most frustrating bit is that the signal pretty much always shows full range – when it clearly isn’t true.

I thought this was because I was living in sub-urban Bangalore (Yelahanka) – but the same thing happens to me when I’m in the heart of the city. In front of Koshy’s on Church Street! And its not only me – a friend I encouraged to ‘do the new’  has the same problem.

Sucks! Too good to be true. Regretting hasty decisions :/

Docomo please please please fix your network!

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Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight (should not see the day of light!)

A post a day, keeps the writing depression away! Here begins my daily write of passage, in order to get something substantial by November. A review of the teen-lit Twilight. The craze of all sixth class kids from Singapore to Singapura (home of Sanjay Singh Sir, ‘traditional’ artist, near Yelahanka :D)

Book: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
Purchased: Pirated Rs 100 from Thippasandra Market road (DESPITE being available for 70 bucks on MG road) Despite real version being available for Rs 350~. No way spending that much on low lit.

Beginning with the cover.

Oh, who hasn’t been tempted by a luscious red apple? A luscious red apple held out in offerance by a set of pale white hands. Set to a dark/mysterious background. If temptation could ever be a book cover – it would be this! Move over Satan! Lol. Aside, the twilight typeface is very nice. I love the slight curve to the letters – especially the ‘l’ and the overlay in the ‘w’. And who would have thought blue would go with red, black n white (my favourite combination ever!!)

The story

The Genesis. Paradise Lost. Jekyll & Hyde. Dracula! The power of knowledge. The eternal battle between the id and the super ego continiously rages in man (or is it only in women??) – ever since Eve fell ( yeah right!).

If Milton, RL Stevenson and Bram Stoker (!!) can do it, why can’t Stephanie Meyer? Don’t ask my why she can’t do it, but I know for a fact that she can’t! Despite beginning with a prologue from the Bible. Yes, vampires are hot (physically cold, but in human teen terms – hot!) And when a human teen with raging hormones (17 year olds, i tell u!) wants a vampire but can’t have him (vice-versa) – you don’t have a great piece of fiction – you have teen semi-porn. Thats it.

The story is weak. The setting – Forks – is boring. Very very uninteresting visual description of locations, events and people.

The Characters

The characters are very sparsely built. The 17 year old Bella’s character completely confuses me. Sometimes she acts like she’s 12 years old – sometimes 19! And the Adonis of vampires – Edward Cullen – is nothing more than hot and mysterious. No depth at all! The parental figures – Charlie and mother (whatever her name is) – are fleeting and weak. The friends – Mike, Tyler, Jess, Lauren – all prototypes of American small-town teens. No individuality. Made from a lump of clay (lol, cf. ). The Cullen family. White, cold, beautiful. Made from a lump of marble.

The Effect on Society

Haha. What a fancy sub-heading. Well, someone told me if Harry Potter changed the world of wizardry, Twilight does the same to Vampires. And I was hopeful. But, no. It’s just more crap to the never ending pile of crap. And to think there are sequels.

Sigh. We need to save the sixth graders. Whatever happened to good old Agatha Christie’s???

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KeyNote – Musical Typing

I was thinking how each key we type produces a slightly different sound/pitch. It would be interesting to see how each key’s pitch differs from other keys. And then when we type different words – does it produce a certain kind of music?

And can this music be used to understand words/language differently? A different version of spoken/auditory english maybe?

I began by typing! a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a . A whole bunch of a’s. Recorded the sound on Soundbooth. Then I raised the pitch 3 octaves up (36 half-tones). So that the sound would be clearer.
However, there was a lot of ambient noise which also became audible (and sounded very creepy). Hear Audio.

Nontheless, I mapped out the pitches of the sound using a very cool voice-training program called Passaggio. Passaggio outputs a real time pitch map. The pitch of each sound appears a small green or red dot on the note it hits.

Because of all the ambient noise, my pitch map wasn’t very accurate. However, there was  a clear pattern. Clusters of dots appeared along certain notes. Using lines, I tried to map out the exact notes which appeared more frequently.

The outcome was ironical. I pressed the a-key some 19 times. Out of this, the note ‘A’ was the most common pitch. Actually it was halfway between G# and A. Some strange semi-tone. This note appeared in all 3 octaves mapped (in different intensities). A bass D note also appeared in less intensity.

Next step is to record and plot ‘Hello World’ and see what sounds appear.

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Fireflies Festival, Bangalore, 2009

Brief description of what I remember, before I forget.

Image from wikipedia

Night of the Fireflies

We reached only when Shabnam Virmani was saying her thanks, and telling people to come for the Kabir festival organized by Srishti (perfect timing). Following her was Prakash Sontakke and Group. The fireflies poster slates them as Hawaiian folk fusion. Now Prakash Sontakke was playing an electric slide guitar. His sounds were very Jeff Beck Space Blues (Angel and Deccan from Jeff Beck, Who Else?)  Obviously, there was a nice Hindustani classical touch that affected his sitar sound hawaiian guitar, especially in the song like Himalayan Spring. But the defining and most enjoyable moment while watching Prakash Sontakke and group, was watching the group jugalbandi. All four percussionists were astounding. Rating: 1. Guy on little drum 2. Guy on mrindagam 3/4. Table/Drums. Prakash was cool.. but more like a father figure/mentor. Guy on the keys was also cool accompaniest.

Followed by Jazz dude. Came in a breeze…like a summer breeze.. left like a summer breeze. guy was good, played tight. only bass was inaudible, and dint add that spunk it shud hv. the drums were good, but the snare had a harsh metallic sound. i’m not a huge fan of fast jazz, so didn’t care too much for the first two songs. the last song, how insensitive (and how beautiful you are???) was cool. slower pace, the drums did their thing, much better.
Followed by Swaratma. Wat can i say? Afro’s with pajamas, purple shirt, bald head, yellow army pajamas wiht a violin, guitarist iwth leather pants, bassist in a blue dhoti purple kurta, mrindagist in nehru topi lookin like ambedkar with his chashma. any band that gives in so much for the show-sharaaba is one thing. an entertainer. entertain they did. crowds loved them. singer comes in as a horse! .. shaank in their songs. fire throwers come on stage. its all about show.

the music wasn’t spectacular. it was tight. the guitarist had flow (but looked completley out of place from the rest of the band in his attire n behavoiur). the bassist played the comic fool while the singer sang out kabir. that was one song that worked. reggae version of sant kabir. wah. and bringing in lines like ‘sant kabir, agar abhi aaya, to 500 varsh mein koi fark nahi dikha. 500 saal pehle duryodhan drupadhi ke vastra nikalta tha. aaj hamari rama sena mangalore mein ladki ko chedh rahi hain hindustani sanskriti ke naam pe.’ .. wah . crowds loved it.

the songs .. khol sim sim re.. flat . starts of with a tribal instrument. which is cool. put just cos you have it doesn’t mean you have to play it.. or you realy know how to play it. it needs  a  little mroe skill before you start diong jugalbandi.

what really fell flat was their jugalbandi between mridanga, singer with tribal instrument and drums. perhaps because it followed prakash solanktee’s group which kicked ass.

music didn’t have much depth to it. pretty much stuck to one riff pattern. not much layering. singer started off weak, grew as the performance went by. struggled slightly on the higher notes, but their stage presence and enthusiasm – hats off! wonderful!

Follwed by what the MC said ‘lets bring it down a notch” .. kannada folk music. they kicked ass too.

then came

order

shabnam virmani

prakash sontankee

jazz – rex rossario n quintet??

swaratma

kannada folk – veeraghese

gustav marin

accapella – solviteur canedo

kerela – vayali

qawaali – shahid parvez of nagpur

geeta navale n the esperanto project

missed… bhumi thayi balaga, anasuya kulkarni n ranjankumar group

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Missed Calls in India? Find out who now!

Ever got a missed call and wondered and wondered who it could possibly be from? Well, know you can know! Well, not exactly. Through the free missed call lookup service you can now see the location and the operator of any mobile phone in India.
I came up with the idea when a ‘shady’ friend of mine sent me border-line ‘shady’ messages when she got a new number.  The data available is not 100% up-to-date and is mostly restricted to GSM phones. Will try to update as and when.

Post script: Since this was such a technical project involving php and mysql (finally understand it a bit!), the need to make it ‘arty’ is more than needed. Ideas include tracking its growth using Google Analytics and some devious viral marketing schemes. Facebook for one. Sending out SMS’s (SM-messes :) to whole bunch of ppl with this link seeing if they respond. Saying ‘I’m your garbage. Trace me’. Haha.  Hmm.. viral marketing warplan needed! Full on combat! End result a pictoral representation of Analytics data? To show how humans function like viruses. Matrix style.  Okay whatever.

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Tea with Krzysztof Zanussi

Krzysztof Zanussi is an established, ‘unentertaining’ Polish filmmaker who visited Srishti for a brief talk on 3rd March, 2009. He is a maker of movies for ‘refined’ audiences, such as, The Illumination (1972) and Persona non Grata (2004). Having not seen any of his movies (I’m not the elite 6% he caters to), I won’t be able to comment on his skills as a filmmaker.

However, having met the man, I shall pass some good-natured judgement (as I’ve already done) on his beliefs as a filmmaker.

Before I begin: I’m sure Zanussi is one of the most entertaining filmmakers out there. He was certainly a very entertaining orator. However, he kept iterating that he didn’t make his movies for the unrefined, popular, normally distributed audiences that wanted mindless entertainment. He was catering to the elite 6% of people who lie far above the mean of Gauss curve – in the category of the ‘exceptional’. Personally, I have huge issues with statements like these. Thus, the jesting.

We missed most of the beginning of his talk and were fortunate enough to sit through the question-answer session that
followed, as well as the ‘so-that-i-remember-you-students-from-bangalore-university’ photo session (which will help us get a place to stay in his open house in Poland!)

One of the things Zanussi stressed upon was the importance of the narrative. This is in opposition to films having visual appeal and no narrative depth. Zanussi incorporates a lot from his life into his stories. To the extent that most of his talk was anecdotal. So his life pretty much gets transformed into his movies.

As a writer, a writer of fiction that too, I often have pangs of guilt when I incorporate things from real life into my
stories, whether its things I’ve experienced personally, anecdotally or even read in a newspaper. Somewhere, I believe, the line between reality and fiction is blurred. This discomforts me. I feel like im stealing from world to another.

Clearly, Zanussi doesn’t experience this problem. For him the story is derived from reality, all fiction is ‘transformational’ – meaning can be transferred from reality into fiction. Funnily, ‘transformation’ literally
translates into ‘across forms’, which is exactly what Zanussi is doing.

An interesting point he made was about cross-over cinema. It’s the in-thing today. The west, ie europe, isn’t all that open to it so far. They don’t have the exposure to the east to the extent that the east has exposure to the west. We know the Iliad, we know Shakespeare, and we know our Mahabharat, our sanskrit narrative traditions of the sutradhar. So to be open, is much easier for us – than for modern day Europeans to know the Vedas or ancient Chinese literature. As the world shrinks, the art world has to remove it’s formal boundaries, has to become one.  Jai ho, slumdog (who’s going to kill me for saying that!? :D )

One thing which I really enjoyed was hearing about zanussi’s experiences as a scriptwriter. When asked about how he copes with  a writers block, he answered (to the effect), I’m like a wild animal. The cross over, from the real world to the imaginary world isn’t hard. But to stay there is. The imaginary world is all consuming, it is your world, you know all the details, all the angles, all the strokes, the colour of the ring in the hand of the woman on the left edge of the frame. When you are called back into the ‘real’ world, it is disturbing. How can you let  go of your imagination, let go of that woman with the ruby ring, even for a moment, just to answer some silly question like where is the bottle of water.

I’ve experienced this sooo often. I get irritable, angry, become a wild animal, when im writing. To the extent the only solution is to be up all night when the world sleeps – or quit writing. Zanussi’s solution (not really a solution as a call for world understanding):

Leave us alone for 3-4 days, we’ll create a world in the clouds, be happy with it, and then only return to earth. Don’t force us. We’ll be back.

Zanussi doesn’t belong to here or now. He belongs to the time of my grandfather.  He belongs to the old school of art – which derides ‘entertainment’ and survives for the elite. He wouldn’t say elite, he’d refer to his audience as those with
‘refined taste’. In fact, he even mathemetically proved his point. The Gauss curve in statistics – saying the majority of
people, whether it comes to cinematic taste or even, when running a 100m race, fall into the median range – the
ordinary, middle class – which looks for the  ‘entertainment’ created by Hollywood or Bollywood. Then there are some
exceptions, those who fall far below the curve (exceptionally bad) and those who are far above the curve, those with
exceptionally refined taste. Zanussi caters only to them.

However, he does admit that on rare occassion, a movie meant for the ‘normally distributed’, does crossover into the exceptionally good. These are the gems.

So comes the question, who is this person with refined taste for whom Zanussi caters. In the olden days, says Zanussi,
it was simple. the middle class didn’t have money, so they weren’t catered to. The rich/ the elite/ the monarchs, the
maharajah’s – had money and fine taste.. or with moderate tastes which were refined by training. These people became the patrons of artists. So it was simple.

Zanussi didn’t really answer his question. But as a professor, as the owner of an open house for artists, I think the answer is implied. He is the patron that he no longer sees around him. It is people like him, believers, who will be the support of future artists, in whatever capability. Obviously, in today’s world of markets it’s not economically viable – not for the patron nor for the artist.

His last words of inspiration: We should look at what our fathers and grandfathers achieved. And then take it one step, or even two steps, forward. We should not be satisfied with the things that our fathers or grandfathers woudl be satisfied with. It is our job to take what we’ve inherited from them, and push the boundaries further. That is our duty.

He’s a great man. Even if I don’t agree with everything he says. He gave us his wisdom.

Image from here.

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