The recent times have been bad for music lovers.One after the other,musical icons passed away.First Michael Jackson, then Carnatic doyenD.K.Pattammal and recently Gangubai Hangal.Each one of these talents and geniuses in their respective genres.And what distresses more is that they all were undoubtedly members of a dying tribe.Tribe? Geniuses? Sure! Prodigies in their life time? Sure! Famous ? Of course! But most importantly what strikes about musicians of their calibre is their passion when they perform.
No,not like the "out on your face" artificial display of passion, by a lot of today's "musicians", but a serene expression of bliss almost divine which makes us believe that these are indeed blessed souls.I have been held in raptures by the divine glow on Pandit Ravi shankar's face while playing the sitar,or the devotion evident on M.S.subbalakshmi's face when she sings a kriti. Seeing Lata mangeshkar perform in live concerts still gives me goose bumps.
Can we boast of any such musicians who could inspire such awe?Perhaps because, today music just serves as a ladder to fame and money and ceases to be a lifelong dedication , a love affair.This also explains the bliss of the faces of certain musicians when they perform.It is almost as if they had just that one moment to live.No wonder these musicians live on long after they are dead and gone.
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