Every once in a while, I come accross a Qawwali joint that makes me want to leave the people I love and venture off to Punjab somewhere and break my back learning the shit. Kelly came over one day, brought me some Timmies, and I was pumping this Qawwali joint I ripped off a twelver from Mr. Jimmy Bonya. This vinyl is straight India, with the black HMV label, no name, just song titles and catalog number. This thing had the sickest instrumentation I’ve ever heard for a serious classical east indian arrangement. Im talking violins, some sort of shanai-clarinet hybrid, a dholak that’s GOT to be played with some sort of stick, of course the claps, and BAM! the Sabri Bros. don’t let the long intro throw you….this puppy is Nitro.
My friend Khaldoon Ahmed posted a few of the lyrics to the youtube version, which is different and shorter….the download above it the Big hairy brother of the youtube one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjpDFPbOsqE
MY man DJ Sauce (www.myspace.com/sauceproduction), reached regarding this little ditty. He said he loved it. That made my week…I need all the encouragement I can get with this stupid injury. I don’t know how Dilla did it in that hospital.
But here’s the beefed up version…enjoy aspirations.
Im not one to self diagnose without consulting a doctor, but I hurt something in my lower back 3 weeks ago which has left me in bed for since. This experience has proved to me FURTHER, that doctors in Quebec are hit and miss when it comes to doing their job. What is with the attitdue first of all? You chose that job, now do it, and smile.
The sciatic nerve is the largest nerve in the body, and splits into 5 strands that run from your lower back, to the tips of your toes. Sometimes, the sciatic nerve runs through the Piriformis muscle….if this muscle gets damaged (like when running), it can squeeze the hell out of your sciatic nerves, giving you a gorups of symptoms that fall under the name Sciatica…..which is what I have. One lady online described hers as “worse than natural child birth”…..I now know that pleasure, so feminists can back the fuck up. This pain has been seared in my mind…ill never forget it. In fact, Im in love with its thought, even though I never want to experience the sucker again.
Anyway Sikh’s waiting for an MRI on the 5th of May “to get diagnosed”. In Quebec, this verb means “to get rushed out”.
You would think this would give me plenty of opportunities to work on music……..I can’t sit, and I can’t stand for longer than 5 minutes…..Im laying on my back, but im not dilla. I can’t get an mpc by my side….I would love to. But, im also a student, and had to study laying on my back….
I need to get paid SOON. Missed 3 weeks of supposed work my boss keeps reassuring me of.
BUT, today was beautiful, and I feel another legendary mount real summer comming up with dope music, love, love making, and in my case, healing.