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ROCK AWAY THE BLUES

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

Today I sing Wind Of Change by the band Scorpions and dedicate it to my daddy dearest whom I affectionately address as 'annu'. Daddy was a great aficionado of good music in any genre from any part of the world. He especially liked rock bands and melodies with guitar renditions accompanying the lyrics. A great fan of Country, Blues, Pop and Rock music he was. Truly ! 

His collections too were from the golden era when musicians and songwriters had a Midas touch. Spanning from vinyl records to audio cassettes, annu cherished those with delicate care. Never did a morning pass in my childhood when sweet notes didn't fill the air of our home. This was a steady ritual right after breakfast and during the time we got ready for school and my parents for work. 

And the evergreen idealistic dreamer that I was (and still am) would carry these songs as an earworm and play it all along the ride to school in my head. And replay it, staring blankly at the board whenever lessons got too boring. 

Winters lent a different flavor to the same songs as did summers and the summer holidays. Jubilant and full of sunshine!

But the real despair was brought on by the dim darkness of the pouring monsoons during the late seventies in the month of July when rains were at their zenith. Songs which were played during this time are till today equated with the gloom the damp air was shrouded in at the time long ago. 

Yet, the strains are so haunting that they magically transport me back to a time and place I long for. Akin to turning a radio dial, I relive those idyllic moments which must still be existing in a different dimension...

Annu had instilled the love of music in me right from a tender age and had even advised me to play symphonies of Beethoven and Mozart for Babylou right from her infancy during her wakeful state. He was so right as he always was and knock on wood his advice has turned out into a fortuitous prophecy ( for me as well)

This wistful song Wind Of Change and the soothing frequency it brings me to is dedicated to you my dear Annu. Wherever you are, I'm quite certain you were around watching and gladly listening to me rehearse and post this final recording 💜

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  1. KristinJuly 2, 2025 at 7:38 AM

    I remember the music my parents played through our my childhood too. Hearing one of those pieces takes me right back there.

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    1. Sanguine AllegoryJuly 2, 2025 at 10:33 AM

      Hi Kristin, so glad to know we that we share the same sentiments 💜

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