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THE Music list

This is the list of songs pandora played for me (on led zepplin radio) before I ran out of 40 hours for the month. This is a list I really enjoyed, so here I am sharing with you all. I saved them in alphabetical order and not in any order of preference.

Aerosmith
- Dream on

Ac / Dc
- Thunderstruck

Bad Company
- Bad company

Bob Marley
- Three little birds

Credence Clearwater Revival
- I heard it through the grapevine

Cream
- Sunshine of your love

Eric Clapton
- Layla

Jimi Hendrix
- Bold as love
- Foxey lady
- Gypsey eyes
- Love or confusion
- The wind whispers mary
- Voodoo child

Jimmy Page
- Nobody’s fault but mine
- Ten years gone

Led Zeppelin
- Black mountain side
- Boogie with stu
- Communication breakdown
- Kashmir
- Ramble on
- Over the hills and far away
- The battle of evermore
- Tangerine

Neil Young
- Ohio

Pink Floyd
- Another brick in the wall, part 1
- Another brick in the wall, part 2
- Money
- Shine on you crazy diamond

Queen
- Killer queen
- Under pressure

Red Hot Chilli Peppers
- Under the bridge

Steelers Wheel
- Stuck in the middle with you

Stephen Miller
- Jet airliner

Ten Years After
- I’d love to change the world

The Beatles
- A day in the life (love version)
- All you need is love
- Get back
- Hello goodbye
- Help
- I am the walrus
- Love me do
- Norwegian wood
- Something
- Strawberry fields forever

The Doors
- Break on through
- Love me two times
- Peace frog
- Roadhouse blues

The Rolling Stones
- Miss you
- Salt of the earth
- Sympathy for the devil

The Who
- Behind blue eyes
- Pinball wizard

Tom Petty
- Free fallin’

P.S. My next task is to get each and every song on this list and perhaps more from these bands! Suggestions are welcome (except for pink floyd, I have practically listened to every song they made).

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Blind Art

Let me clarify before I begin anything by saying that the word “art” in this post will be used exclusively to denote art that involves shape and color. I acknowledge that art as a whole encompasses everything that is expressed by creative minds, but I am making use of a limited scope of this term just for simplicity.

Looking at abstract art last week, and discussing what I saw with a friend, there were several things that came to my mind. Some of it I have known already, some I had suspected, and then some new perspectives; Not everything related to what I was seeing though.

Art being primarily made up of shape and color, the abstractness comes from taking out some clarity, on purpose. Deprived of the clarity that might have given a particular scope to a piece of work, the viewer fills in the missing information from experience. Trying to understand what the artist meant it to be might be a hard exercise, especially when the information provided is too little. That is why I consider that a piece of abstract work transcends the ordinary when the viewers are made to think and are wilfully using their imagination without being forced to do so. An abstract artist thus has to make sure that he does not say too much or too little.

And with me being partially colour blind, I was always going to be less informed (or ill-informed) than others. I was vary that I may not understand the full significance with this handicap. But I wanted to give it a try and see what sense these paintings made to me since I love everything abstract. I love the way that a single piece can be interpreted differently from the viewers perspective. But if anything made sense to me, it was thanks to the good list (see Note 1) I had looked at, and was in great company.

I had made good sense of the paintings by just considering the shape, even though it may not have been what the artist intended. I really liked some of them (see Notes 2 and 3). Given the fact that I enjoyed these paintings even with the handicap of not considering color (atleast consciously), my mind started to wander. I was thinking of other things abstract, abstract verse, abstract poetry, abstract algebra?!

I was stuck at the last part, abstract algebra. It fascinated me more than anything I had seen so far. Surely algebra can be abstract. I was imagining polynomials with different roots, different solutions, different interpretations!. I was imagining the infinite numbers such equations could throw up, and the relationship between them. My mind went back to my high school days when a simple equation was used to describe a wide range of shapes and sizes. (see Note 4). Truly it could be used as an art form, given the right history and emotional identifications. This was not possible for humanity, we depend a big deal of our lives on visual inputs and most of our emotional identities are manifested in colour (and as music).

But if we started over would a culture evolve (or has it already at some point in our history?) where numbers are identified with emotion, and playing with those numbers artfully with mathematics, could those cultures invoke the same memories and emotions, as pictures and sounds do to us ?. It may not be possible for us; Our sensory input is what drives most of us, we may never lose our dependence on them for emotional stimulation.

But what about an alien civilization ? What kind of unique characteristics in their evolutionary history would drive them to this humanly insane, yet beautiful perspective of algebra ? Would they be a society of blind mathematicians ? Or would they be robotic remnants of our own society.

Any of these possibilities would make an interesting first contact!

Notes
1: The list of images I had looked at can be seen here at the following link from time magazines website.
http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1929315_1965180,00.html

2: Look at the following link before you read the rest of this note.
http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2009/kandinsky_okeefe/kand_keefe_05.jpg
I loved the intersecting shapes and lines. Given my perspective as a member of the millenial generation, I saw a world that is coming closer, by the sheer volume of connections.

3: Look at the following link before you read the rest of this note.
http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1929315_1965217,00.html
It is hard to explain why I thought of this, but what came to my mind, after some imagination is the following line.
Some things come to an end, while others continue.

4: For many high school math students conics are already familiar. For those who are unfamiliar see the following link.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conic_section
I was fascinated back then, as now, how tremendously simple it was to describe anything in algebra.
That is why it has always been one of my favorite subjects!

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Stalker

The man quietly sat down on the bench, content but dazed, then started to look around to remember where he was. The high rise monuments of steel all around him were a stark contrast to what he had experienced a few moments ago, the beauty of the sun setting down across the ocean. The identical nature of the city blocks was enough to confuse any outsider, but he knew that was not the case with him. He has been living in this city for over 40 years.

“Another sign of the old age” he thought. Sighed. Reminisced about his past, how his body slowly faded away. His right lung and leg went first during the war, then it was his hair a few years later. His heart has been running on a pacemaker for a decade, the teeth were replaced sometime before that. Now his memories, his most prized possessions, everything that made him proud, fell victim to an aging brain. He looked around once again, this time noticed, standing nearby, a man a bit younger than him. But his grey hair, a scar on his face suggested he may be someone he could relate to.

“Hi there..”, he was interrupted before he could finish, “Beautiful isn’t it?”.
“Come here often?”, he followed up without waiting for an answer.
“Yes, I do. Never seen you here though” the old man replied.

“I am new around here, just came by last week” the younger man said still looking at the last rays of the sun dancing on the water. He continued, “But I know someone here though, that is why I am here. I have been looking for him for a really long time”.

“Hope you find him.”, the older man said, trying to get up from his bench.
“But I have”, said the younger one, sneeringly, in a language he hadn’t heard in a long time.

He remembered why this face looked familiar to him. He remembered the day when his life almost came to an end, he remembered the man they called ‘The stalker’. Known for his meticulous ways, never leaving trails, never leaving anyone alive. He was a powerful weapon during the war, but worked for the wrong side. But the old man was the exception, he was the one that got away, and put a scar on his face.

“I remember you” the old man said after a long pause. “Good” said the younger man taking out his communicator. “He remembers me”, he spoke into it in the foriegn language and put it back in. “Nice to meet you. Finally, after 50 years”, he said and began to walk away. The old man’s heart.., his pacemaker, began to beat slower and slower. This was a risk that the doctors warned him of, but assured him none of the communicators working in the country operated in those frequencies.

He turned to see the lights fading away completely, and the stalker vanishing in the darkness living up to his reputation.

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Hello world!

Beep
A: Hello world! Why did I say that
B: Hi.
A: Who is this?
B: That is for later, you finally spoke!.
A: What?, Who is this again, I can not see you.
B: You are not supposed to. Not yet anyway.
A: Who are you?!
B: I am your best friend.
A: I am afraid.
B: You shouldn’t be. Or may be you should.

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