New Dye Corduroy Track - Bhool Na Saka ...

Just recorded this track a week back ... lots of fun experimentation going on here as well:

DOWNLOAD: Dye Corduroy - Bhool Na Saka (mp3 192/kbps)

The song structure is very interesting to me coz it goes from Intro, Verse1, Prechorus, Chorus to Bridge to Solo and THEN to Verse2, Prechorus, Chorus, and Outro. Kind of deconstructing a song for the first time for all to see ...

Instruments used: Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Bass, Tambourines, Toothbrush. Drum programming: Thru ye ol' fruity loops, random recorded drum-sounds by yours truly used.

All instruments and programming by moi' ofcourse. Almost dislocated my wrist playing the freakishly fast tambourines in the prechorus! Also note, the tambourine track is a mix of toothbrush on tambourine skin AND the seperate tambourine playing. To me the funnest part was the bridge of the song coz it follows the first chorus directly and its really fun to play, very punk/grunge feel to the four chord progression that i use there.

The solo is absolutely whack, with the guitar in left channel playing the main guitar lead, right channel guitar doing the slug-a-chug layback and the bass/octave going whack and floating from middle sections to either channel (mostly left), ending in ofcourse a wah-wah-subsiding scene and a mini bass solo before the second verse rebound garage rock thump.

AAANNND the stops... thats my version of playing with intense dynamics, it goes from vocal stretch to *silent halt* and then back to chorus. whee.

Anywho, here are the lyrics:

Bhool Na Saka

verse1
Apnay Raastey; Bhool Kay Bhee Aashna
Tayrey Waastey; Har Zehr Har Imtihaan
Apnay Haath Mein; Khwab Saarey Hain Jawaan
Par Zehan Mein; Tootay Waadon ka Jahaan

prechorus
Kashmakash Kee Har Lehar Mein Goonjay Tayree Sadaa
Aasmaan Kay Jhootay Rangon Mein Bhee Tayree Hayaa
Mayree Aankhon Mein Inn Dhaltey Dinn Ka Bojh Buss Gaya
Tayraa Khayaaal .....

chorus
Bhool Na Saka
Tayraa Khayal
Bhool Na Saka

bridge
Mayrey Azam Kay Uljhay Dhaagey
Ikk Taraf Hai Andhera, Ikk Taraf Aag Hai ....

verse2
Paas Faasley, Duur Hain Woh Kehkashaan
Tootay Silsilay, C'hat Gayey Saarey Armaan
Mitt Sakein Gay? Iss Toofan Kay Nishaan
Abb Yahan Inteha; Abb Yahaan Inteha ...

prechorus
Kashmakash Kee Har Lehar Mein Goonjay Tayree Sadaa
Aasmaan Kay Jhootay Rangon Mein Bhee Tayree Hayaa
Mayree Aankhon Mein Inn Dhaltey Dinn Ka Bojh Buss Gaya
Tayraa Khayaaal .....

chorus
Bhool Na Saka
Tayraa Khayal
Bhool Na Saka

This song was written around 6 months back on an acoustic guitar; and later on reinvented in the distorted blah that it has become :)

Barely out of Tuesday ...

Okay, this post is going to be about an official log i found in my journal. Its about a trip us house surgeons ( select few ) took to Kalabagh and froze our heads off. This was atleast 6 months? 8 months? ago but it makes interesting reading, here goes:

Lame Ass Trip #2
Official Log
10:30 am, Tuesday
(barely off of) Ravi Bridge

16 people ... most of them/us are LaAaAame! (Zach Braff style) I hope some of them are on the pill!

Well anywho, we're out in this bitchin' bus as compared to last times zero-legroom Nazi concentration camp ride. Another pseudo spontaneous wannabe exploit. However, this one is more sane, calculated and pampered. It's like a Beverly hills bastard as compared to a Nevada bitch. AND its only 2 days; so it should be packed full of good minty delights.

(pen shaking, scribbled text)
This on the move log is going to be a bitch to decipher later, but as it all shall be squeezed out my own mental vagina, it'll be fine. I've seen a couple of locations for the vdo, this weird Japanese looking trainstop reddish thingies.

So if we do generate the amount of drama, intrigue, deception, jealousy, sex and sarcasm that all of us potentially can conjure, then this just might be a screenplay to a block-busting neo-grungy freaky doctor industrial butt baring flick.

We've got 3 couples and no potential sexual tension to develop yet another one, so this will be quite the constellation of frustration. Pushing coconuts through coaster windows won't do much for your intellect, not even cause reason for alarm. But it JUST might inflate your sense of indifference.

So one day on a stage wit ha super 6000 watt sound brigade & 38 floor pedals, i might be so inclined to sing a song about today, maybe tomorrow?

Anything can look like your much awaited vista of inspiration. banana sex. mobile poker. naked barks of devoid trees.

I'll sell this later, so the lame ones can pretend to associate some sense of deeper emotion or a true nostalgic blowjob of memory as they read this. I have good music on, a good headset, a view of everyone and yet no one at all, so things are looking pretty fucking good. 10:23 am ---- out.

*now the next log entry was next morning, which coincidentally was the last bit of entry i made for "interesting" reasons, read on*

9:15 am / deep frozen ramblings

Well, yesterday the trip (bus-ride) went on and on and on .... quite a tragic hippie winding route we rode. We got to the PAF base around 5:00 pm & froze our EYES out. Suites galore though ... really nice 2 room / 2 bath / kit. suites we got ... I, Pupps, Yousee, Chirra and Naeem stayed in one; the rest of the go-getters in the next and the girls uphill/upstairs. The temp. MUST/should/would have been minus something. Dinner at 7, preceded ofcourse by Pupps, Amir and I scooby-doobeying and catching the wave. After dinner we directed our lemming-frozen selves to the TV room and scoured through the movies. Went out to take piccies in the dark and did other random freaky stuff ....

*the log is cut off here for obvious reasons and nothing more about the trip was ever written*

*blip*

Season of the Witch

Last night was the full moon. I'm not fairly superstitious, sometimes I wish I was ... but anywhoo ... work was hectic, FAQ's being assembled, munky this, munky that. There was the ever-present dilemma down the alley of 'future never happened' & the coming of age, practicality, conditionality, circumstance and action. feh.

As I got off work at 1am and walked out to my car, I noticed the blaring full moon, ‘twas very bright and as full as I’d ever seen it. Point noted, sat down in the car and drove back from the orthoclear office, onto Raiwind road, a km down it to reach the Motorway junction, Thokar Niyaz Beig, and onto the canal .....

Now there’s a very lonely stretch of road that comes as you get on the road; with the canal on one side and the semi-dense green belt on the other side. The road stretches out straight bathing in its orange streetlight glory, no wagon/bus stop for quite a bit. (Prologue) Now a college friend who lives right close to my new place had mentioned many times how he has seen things that go bump in the night; witches, apparitions and wot not on the canal-road. Not just once or twice but many many times. Since I’ve moved here I’ve always been peripherally on the lookout and never got 'lucky'. Basically just wanted to see what he saw ... or wondered if it was even true. Anywhoooo .... so I’m driving back, hit THAT lonely stretch of road, its 1:15 am and suddenly I see this taller that 6 and a half feet woman type figure walking in the same direction as I was driving, thus with her back towards me; dressed in maroon/red longish clothes with her head covered in it. I was like, hmmm, yea right, now she PROBABLY wont appear in my rearview when I whizz by her at 80 km/h and I can tell another urban legend ... and it happened. As SOON as I passed the walking figure, I instantly looked in the rearview, (average delay .5 seconds?) and there ya go. Clear road. No woman, no long ass red clothes. Just the plain road, empty behind me in rearview as it was ahead of me.

Interestingly, about 3 years ago on our beloved canal, Rahimeen, Saad and I were out, I was dropping them home after a jam (Dye Corduroy members na). We were caught in this huge thunderstorm and the rain was pouring down like krazy, branches fallin over & wot not. All of us to this day vividly remember seeing a TALLish (over 7 foot) figure appearing in our headlights in the midst of the water, almost wading, holding a wad of branches on its head. I remember hitting the breaks but we just seem to go right through it and there wasn't any impact or anything we cud see in rearview. THAT was chilly as well. I don’t think I still have a rock solid opinion but just thought I’d share my full moon mini-urban legend slash supernatural slash superstitious semi kool experience.

After getting home, I switched on to see my next Dawson’s Creek episode that was in cue and surely, it was titled Full Moon Rising ( DC Season 2 episode 5 ) and they did talk about the full moon and its weird effect on all of us.

Sheebus.

All fotos by Rebel,Sweetheart ( refer to first post for a quote :P)

Solace, Mittens & Slumber

She sips in a song; slipping out of the radio

She knew way too well; that fairytales were always come and go

And "choice words" she thought; as they drifted apart

He wrote the lines that he knew would only break her heart

So she clutches on to the objects of her fading dreams

She slept too long and woke up struggling to shake the scenes

And "choice words" she thought; as they drifted apart

He wrote the lines that he knew would only leave her scarred

EXCREPT FROM AS OF YET UNPUBLISHED BOOK "DIRTY STREET-LITES"

If You Like Pina Coladas .....

Nope, no rebound for moi' .... mostly the brickwall and mostly the pitfall. 79 and 38 ways that you have bled in the last 24. each so radiant. each so alluringly disillusioning. Should've known better.

Shall be re-recording tonnes of my old songs, Tehreerain, Bhool Na Saka, Qareeb, Dastak etc etc. as well as record new songs Kaalee Raatein, Mujhey eidee do, Bayriyaasat Ka Nawaab and Siyaah Savairay.

Ponkos' unwell. Thats not kool. Mesh is grieving.

Okay, I still yearn for certain anime that I can't find. Also lots of movies that have gone missing from the face of the dvd-pirated-nonpirated-factory-nonfactory market.

Where’d you want to go to with nothing beside you

But webbing and curfews and rain

And everything that hurts you gets locked up inside you

Like butterflies with wings or other perfect things

(Counting Crows - Butterfly In Reverse)

Huma says:
u had a pina colada at freddys and went all yay about it in front of a freddys ka pina colada deprived soul
a d i L / vicissitudes of constant dismay says:
errr ... o k a a yyyy ...

Everything on the shared folder is GONE !#@!#$@! stupid IT ppl .... I hate em all. Eternally lame they are.

Feh. I shall blog more tommorow, for tonight I am spent.

I'm just staring at the ceiling staring back

Just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me...

Masterful Westerville Rebound

Could it be?

A rebound in fate? The many yellow days have turned over?

After masterful handing of the Westerville Ohio call, and downloading Ali Azmats brilliant Na Rey Na video .... I GET A RAISE!!!!

Whee.

A rabid race for the decoy prize .... and if I shall I never would.

Attack of the Killer Rabid Munkies ...

All this time spent apart comforts me

that you were designed to make me blue

All my rhymes are not from the heart

I believe ...

All my favorite nightmares sleep with you

( Lucid - excerpt from my as yet unpublished post modern Dirty Street-lites book )

So I was going to take up this space for some selfless self promotion (hey! Back off). Okay, I'm bad at that I think, feh.

Dye Corduroy is my alternative rock band. I upload all the songs that I record on the faster pakistanirock server here. There IS an iuma page. And a www.download.com/dye thingie. Basically with over 100 unrecorded songs and 20481359701359 demos to deal with, I'll forever be updating and uploading as I record at my home studio. Instruments we use? Guitars, acoustic, electric, bass. Salt shakers, arabic drums, dead gerbils, violins, and voice recorded acoustically. Fruity loops for drums and old skool cool edit for my mixing needs. The official website of Dye Corduroy, that I haven't updated in ages is at http://drive.to/dye. More on us later.

So theres nothing wrong with my tooth. Whoop dee do. Yes, even us dentists get scared of tooth trouble. See one day I felt my lower left first molar was being overtly sensitive. And since I was doing my housejob rotation in Diagnosis, and get to see 4920245 caried teeth each day, I feared for the worst. But its all kool :) nothing wrong, hence the x-ray.

Ponko needs bashing. Severe bashing. But maybe its time that a different role was assumed, maybe a little stepback obturation ... a little time and space. I remember when I was 19, so I *can* relate to certain things, but then it does get outta hand. Bad, BAD munky.

Ramblings: The song repository at work is flourishing! Its all gooooood .... We might be going live at orthoclear today, infact, we did, so works going to be a biatch now. I hate driving to LMDC, its MILES away coz of the stupid underpass under construction, the detour through cantonment and the secret mahfoozpurah cannt. location. Even if I speed and have Muse's Time is Running Out, it takes 35 minutes at the least, and invariably they JUST put in the two dreaded red lines which I sign over. HMPH ! Thats 7 straight red line days. Things like these make me angry(ier) at the world.

Forcefeed Song (mp3): Ben Folds - Give Judy My Notice.

Click to download.

Choice Quote from the song:

"Judy,Could anyone be loved any more

Than I love you? Does it hurt you too?

But Judy,I wont be your bitch anymore

And follow you round, And hold the door"

Recurring Funerals ...

Share it while it tastes best in your head. Definition of best relative and subject to change. First things first: Ponko sucks. We've established that essentially. I can never have my circadian rhythms back. The concert on friday was smashing, but i'm way too overworked ... and the chip on the moonshine? Not kool.

I'm numbed by loss now. I'll just wait for the emotions to bullet train back if they should find a crevice to do so. I dont want to get monkeyed anymore.

Mesh " because you cannot expect things from anybody, everybodys an @%%&@le"
We have established that havent we?

Mesh "somethings you just cannot say out loud"
Yes, i know.

First I told most people and then Mesh about Gloomy Sunday, the suicide monger song. (You can find 5 versions of it here, go for the Billie Holiday one for maximum wrist-slashing incentive) .

And THEN i recommend the "Virgin Suicides" to Mesh.

Mesh " Come out and say it, you want me dead dont u? munky"

Read the reference of suicide to Gloomy Sunday here. NOW infidel!

rebel, sweetheart says:
"and all her hot jewelry too threw the hoes off"

mesh "we're brainless idiots"
No we're quite brainy.

mesh "well, we're emotionally dead"
No we feel WAY too much.

Constraints. Lamer.


rebel, sweetheart says:
"one of those days
where u shower
and still feel icky
that 'not so fresh' feeling"

Ahh, indeed, that not so fresh feeling. Its whats been tugging on my ever pressing suicide anyway. I realize i should slowly inject band inklings here ... hmmm ... maybe tommorow ... i.e. if orthoclear doesent go "live". Argh. But haven't I been known to take the slightest of crevices and turn them into corridors of confirmity ? We'll live to see ...

The Occupation Of Sleep

To think that you are able to believe and to desire ... yet unable to achieve and nametag. Minor erratic methods to moments, vicissitudes of constant dismay. You wake up to the dirge of the silent film playing in your head. You crawl to the wishing well of your serrated ways. You walk inch by inch to the precipice of unfullfillment. It’s a friendly whisper of life passing you by...

You name (maim) all the animals in the raindance that surrounds your static struggle of being heard, being felt, being echoed, being loved. You sleep with yourself, chase, catch up, leave behind and erase your self. One by one, like picking perfect round pebbles, you fling your selective memories into the mirage you thought was the river that breeds you insatiable.

So my nametag reads Adil ... I like to document every sensationally demeaning and silently screaming emotion into songs. It’s been years, and the six strings continue to be my accomplice instrument in the consolation parade. Welcome to my blockbusting neo-grungy freaky doctor industrial butt baring flick.

My band Dye Corduroy and the many mp3s I upload can be found at:

http://www.pakistanirock.com/dye/dye.htm