Music is about memories. It’s as much about the song you heard as it's about where you heard it. Even though the blog is titled Radiodays (I grew up with the influence of radio), it's about music and where it takes you. Here are a bunch that still take me back to a dusty road or a rainy afternoon back home. Please feel free to contribute your songs with links and a brief description of where it takes you when you hear it.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Kadavul oru naal
The man next to the room your dad was staying in played this song. You didn’t know what it meant. You were just about 4 or 5 years old. But you liked it for some reason. Thinking back, maybe he played it over weekends. He had a machine, which you later learnt was a gramaphone. It was fascinating that a spinning disc with a needle could produce songs. Who was singing? Where did they hide? When you were not being captivated by this machine, and this song in particular, you climb the short wall next to your dad’s room onto the tiled roof. You remember the mornings when your dad took you to the ‘hotel’ nearby for breakfast through a market selling fruits and vegetables. The whole restaurant smelled wonderful. It had a counter with the cashier sitting behind at a height. The counter had a red Coca Cola sign. You don’t remember what you ate, but you remember your father transferring coffee from tumbler to the ‘davara’ which is a flatter vessel to cool it down.
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