EP: Lost Spirit: 05_Lost Spirit

Sounds of Rummage

Dedicated to the memory of my Father—a man of euphoric mind and boundless spirit—Dr. Argha Banerjee.

   

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, amateur, dilettante – far from being a professional. The sounds you may find here, were created in my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument, with mostly free programs and software available online. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way. As such, for now, to the seasoned ear, the music here may seem fraught with imperfections. Even so, I would like to share the beginning of this journey, shaped mostly with heart, demons, and duct-tape.

   

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EP: Lost Spirit: 04_Maybe You’re Here

Sounds of Rummage

Dedicated to the memory of my Father—a man of euphoric mind and boundless spirit—Dr. Argha Banerjee.

   

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, amateur, dilettante – far from being a professional. The sounds you may find here, were created in my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument, with mostly free programs and software available online. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way. As such, for now, to the seasoned ear, the music here may seem fraught with imperfections. Even so, I would like to share the beginning of this journey, shaped mostly with heart, demons, and duct-tape.

   

Click here to listen to the entire playlist, on YouTube.

EP: Lost Spirit: 03_Upon a Time

Sounds of Rummage

Dedicated to the memory of my Father—a man of euphoric mind and boundless spirit—Dr. Argha Banerjee.

   

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, amateur, dilettante – far from being a professional. The sounds you may find here, were created in my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument, with mostly free programs and software available online. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way. As such, for now, to the seasoned ear, the music here may seem fraught with imperfections. Even so, I would like to share the beginning of this journey, shaped mostly with heart, demons, and duct-tape.

   
Click here to listen to the entire playlist, on YouTube.

EP: Lost Spirit: 02_Almost

Sounds of Rummage

Dedicated to the memory of my Father—a man of euphoric mind and boundless spirit—Dr. Argha Banerjee.

   

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, amateur, dilettante – far from being a professional. The sounds you may find here, were created in my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument, with mostly free programs and software available online. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way. As such, for now, to the seasoned ear, the music here may seem fraught with imperfections. Even so, I would like to share the beginning of this journey, shaped mostly with heart, demons, and duct-tape.

 

Click here to listen to the entire playlist, on YouTube.

 

EP: Lost Spirit: 01_Somewhere, Still

Sounds of Rummage

Dedicated to the memory of my Father—a man of euphoric mind and boundless spirit—Dr. Argha Banerjee.

   

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, amateur, dilettante – far from being a professional. The sounds you may find here, were created in my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument, with mostly free programs and software available online. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way. As such, for now, to the seasoned ear, the music here may seem fraught with imperfections. Even so, I would like to share the beginning of this journey, shaped mostly with heart, demons, and duct-tape.

 

Click here to listen to the entire playlist, on YouTube.

Gates of Maya

Sounds of Rummage

When it comes to making music, I am a beginner, nowhere close to being a professional. The sounds you may find here, have been created with mostly free programs and software available online, since September, 2019, my first month of coming into contact with a musical instrument. To the best of my ability for now, these sounds are meant to convey tales, messages, and distortions from my mind. They’ll definitely not be to the liking of many, and I’m sure many will not even consider these arrangements to be music. Nevertheless, I feel this is the beginning of a journey, and one which I hope to share. As I continue to learn, I will continue to make more music to better express myself with, while sharing my journey with you, if you would like to keep me company along the way.

 

Click here to listen on YouTube.

Elitist Listener

Is finding
music
that, for a long
few minutes,
fills
the hollows…
that
one cannot
touch – inside…
enough
of a reason
to stay
alive?

   
There are
many
more important
ones, where
the well-being
of another
becomes
of more
consequence
to you, than your own.

   
Perhaps
a child, for whom
his Dad
gave up his drugs
and
worked hard
to give the delinquent
an education.

   
Or a personal purpose,
as a brilliant and unsuccessful doctor
rereading repurchased books
of Pathology,
to redress
an age neglected,
in the waning hope
of restoring
an out-of-reach laboratory,
and dying
of a heart attack
at forty-nine,
confused.. and alone..
while
the kid, now a man, the
one thing
he wholeheartedly cherished…
was out
making money
somewhere in the big fucking city!

   
For those
who do not believe
in fairy tales
and have seen their share
of futile trial
and cruel death,
it suffices to say
that
they often find
little reason to feel
that reality
was ever directed
toward
anything good,
and… eventually has
no meaning, other
than sadder memories.

   
And
in this capricious state
of the definite
and oncoming nature
of unpredictable
and irrevocable loss..
perhaps,
discovering pointless music
that makes you think
such pointless thoughts,
is as good a reason as any… for
lingering, pathetically, here.

   
For all reason,
in time,
disappears..
in one inescapable vacuum..
and is rendered
unknown,
unknowable,
null
and
void.

   
While the ravages
of mortality
tend
to take the shine
away
from dreams,
it is, or still feels
wrong
to take
one’s own life,
as long
as there are those you’d hurt,
were you
to simply
go away.

   
Someone
had once
asked
my father
what he wanted
his son
to be, when I
grew up.
To this,
the M.D. Pathologist
replied:
“Alive and Happy”
…and that
is what I’ll
try…
to be.

 

 

From Book IV