Bitty Ruminations #8

Posted on April 10, 2010

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APRIL 8 – Regular readers probably know, by now, that I don’t respond too well to Ilayaraja’s post-90s output. In a sense, I still am interested in what he’s up to. I still make it a point to listen to his songs. And I still feel a strange sort of pride when something like Aadi thirathannil (from the Malayalam film Bhagyadevata) sneaks up on me like a joyous summer shower. It’s as if I, somehow, were personally vindicated in still following this great, great musician. (Though, in full confession mode, I must admit I’m not a tenth the adherent of his, today, as I was in the early days. But that’s a different kind of bitty rumination.)

But — again, as I’ve discussed many times earlier — the problem I have with his current output is that of his sound, which, to me, is akin to watching Picasso paint Guernica with a crayon or a ball-point pen. (I take this example because it’s a complex piece of art.) The outlines may be the same. The colours, even, could be similar. But the texture, the tone, the voice, is something else. And I want the oils back, the rich oils. Would I have faced this problem if Ilayaraja had always used a ball-point pen? I don’t know, but I’d wager that I might have never become a fan in the first place, let alone a fanatic of his early work.

And when friends point out that I’m missing something, I simply reply that this has given me an opportunity to delve into his songs in other languages from the period I love — like this exquisite oil from Chettukinda Pleader (Telugu), with nary a trace of crayon or ball-point pen. Just look at how the downcast violin passes the baton, so seamlessly, to the upbeat flute in the first interlude. And how exquisitely SPB sings, especially this opening portion of the charanam/antara, between 1:35 and 1:40. (I have no clue what the hero and heroine are up to, though. Lost in translation?)

Anyway, the reason for this particular bit of rumination is that I keep getting asked what my favourite Ilayaraja song is, and I have no answer. (I mean, how can anyone who’s grown up with the man’s music, in The Greatest Decade Ever, pick just one?) But the following song is tethered to a howlarious memory, and is therefore something of a special favourite. (It sounds annoyingly sharp here, though, possibly due it being remastered, or some such thing. I couldn’t locate another version, with the video.)

The memory attached, courtesy my own personal Pensieve, is this: In the old days when I was a struggling writer, accepting any random commission that would fetch me a couple of bucks (I even wrote for Sourcing Hardware, go figure), I went to Ooty to write a brochure about a school. We were picked up by this guy in his car, and the moment he switched on the tape player, this song came on. He looked at me and said, very patronisingly, “It’s an old Tamil song.” For some reason, I got extremely annoyed, and I shot back, “It’s from Nandu. 1981, Ilayaraja. Malaysia Vasudevan.” I’m not kidding, the man almost drove into a ditch.

I don’t know why, I give off this excessively Peter vibe even without opening my mouth. What is it, I wonder? And it’s a great, cheap thrill to put these people in their rightful place (which, as the Stones so eloquently said, is Under My Thumb) and confound their stereotypical expectations.

PS: This, by the way, isn’t my favourite song from Nandu. It’s Manjal veyyil — by that time the sprightly bursts of the veena are sucked into the insistent churn of the cello, in the prelude, I’m already weak in the knees. (How delectably soft his sounds were then, as if wrapped in a casing of velvet, as opposed to the sharp output from the studios these days.) Oh, and this soundtrack also has Kaise kahoon, which I talked about in some old music review, I can’t recall now. Again, couldn’t locate a video.

PPS: I’m into a mini-project these days, trying to locate the exact point I started having problems with Ilayaraja’s sound. I vaguely know it’s the nineties onwards, but I’m trying to zone in on a song, or an album, where he stopped using a whole host of instruments and everything, gradually, gave way to wan approximations on a synth, aided by technicians who clearly aren’t up to snuff in sound engineering. (Don’t kill me now. It’s just my opinion.)