After being serenaded in the wee hours of the morning with a ghazal by Abida Parveen I have begun to rethink my lack of enthusiasm for her voice.
Good music is good music after all, and whether I consider pirs and murshids to be flaky or not is irrelevant 😉
Sometimes the time of day greatly affects your receptivity and enjoyment of a particular piece of music. And the mood dictates what meaning you’ll glean from the lyrics.
I happened to be listening to this one when the first light of dawn was just about to break. The mood was mellow and the house was quiet….and Abida finally managed to work her magic on me….
That was nice.
With my heart agreeably melted, I let my guard down further when someone posted a different song on a music group on Facebook. I clicked on the link, and was surprised once again by my receptivity. Does this mean I’m finally acquiring some ‘culture’?
But I’m throwing down the gauntlet with this one. Written by Ghalib and beautifully sung by a woman who imbues her voice with her soul.
I feel less like a neanderthal already! 😀