I remember having heard him playing sitar and enjoying the sound of the instrument and it’s beautifully exotic 21-note scale, but for the life of me I can’t think of the title of a single piece of work by this musical master… I’m rather ashamed to have to admit.
I shall endeavor to remedy the situation by taking advantage of the flood of post-mortem cheap re-releases which are bound to come out… Wanna look for parallels between the Muqq’am (not sure about the spelling!) and the blues… seems there are conceptual similarities I’d like to revisit.
I saw Ravi perform live in concert with Andre Previn at the Albert Hall. It was huge, packed and wonderful. Fantastic night out, spoilt a little by the fact I was busting for a wee and barely made it to the loo at the end.
I remember having an LP of his music and we were young then. I had long hair and protested against the Vietnam war while wearing a safari suit with a gold buckle.
Good comment, Big. I reflect that I don’t know anyway what is meant or intended by the concept of retirement. It seems such a luxury to ‘retire’. And these very important people like Ravi Shankar have such important purpose. It would be procession of mourners fit to girdle the earth in this case and all our walks of life.
Beautifully stated, ‘shoe, ‘procession of mourners fit to girdle the earth in this case and all our walks of life,’
Yes, retirement, yet people like Shankar and Brubek, still performing in their late eighties and nineties. We had a solicitor in Newcastle who died at the age of 99, after being interviewed for a newspaper article on him celebrating his 100th birthday in his office. He retired at 65 for a few weeks, but the constant presence of his wife irritated hi mtoo much, so went back to the office.
there’s nothing like work, or, at least some interest to keep one going!
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Can anyone name Ravi’s three biggest hits?
I remember having heard him playing sitar and enjoying the sound of the instrument and it’s beautifully exotic 21-note scale, but for the life of me I can’t think of the title of a single piece of work by this musical master… I’m rather ashamed to have to admit.
I shall endeavor to remedy the situation by taking advantage of the flood of post-mortem cheap re-releases which are bound to come out… Wanna look for parallels between the Muqq’am (not sure about the spelling!) and the blues… seems there are conceptual similarities I’d like to revisit.
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His daughter was Norah Jones
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Oh… I think I’ve heard of Norah Jones… I seem to vaguely remember enjoying one of her songs many moons ago…
Mussay she’s a lot prettier than he was! She must take after Mum!
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I saw Ravi perform live in concert with Andre Previn at the Albert Hall. It was huge, packed and wonderful. Fantastic night out, spoilt a little by the fact I was busting for a wee and barely made it to the loo at the end.
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I remember having an LP of his music and we were young then. I had long hair and protested against the Vietnam war while wearing a safari suit with a gold buckle.
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Thank you sincerely Gez for posting these links.
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Sad news… but it amazes me the way many of these oldies were incredibly productive, right until the curtain dropped.
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Good comment, Big. I reflect that I don’t know anyway what is meant or intended by the concept of retirement. It seems such a luxury to ‘retire’. And these very important people like Ravi Shankar have such important purpose. It would be procession of mourners fit to girdle the earth in this case and all our walks of life.
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Beautifully stated, ‘shoe, ‘procession of mourners fit to girdle the earth in this case and all our walks of life,’
Yes, retirement, yet people like Shankar and Brubek, still performing in their late eighties and nineties. We had a solicitor in Newcastle who died at the age of 99, after being interviewed for a newspaper article on him celebrating his 100th birthday in his office. He retired at 65 for a few weeks, but the constant presence of his wife irritated hi mtoo much, so went back to the office.
there’s nothing like work, or, at least some interest to keep one going!
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