It sucks. And it drains. We slip into the system through cracks we cannot see, crevices we cannot reach, go down along gluttony into absolute nothingness. There are hundreds of us, at bastion's end. Such urgency. So ready. Void of all meaning. Utterly chaotic. Roped in and lasso'd, it consumes all the riffs, just once, for good measure. And lost they become, into expanses of redundant memory. How are we remembered? What do the hundreds go by? Can it be rhythm or articulation or timbre or an attribute unscathed by human perception? For there exists all and all is already said and sung. You think you matter. Then you wake.

Tuning: D A B F# A C#
Guitar: Tanglewood TND CE
Mics: AKG Perception 120, Audio Technica AT2020

Lasso

Have you wondered how the mind can choose one thought from another over impulses that the body is forced to resist ? You're riding by the side of the road, and you get this sudden impulse to want to skew the steering wheel just a little to the left to ram over a pedestrian, just to know how it feels like. Perhaps the sane person is the one who gets the thought "That's bonkers! I can't do that!" before his body can do anything about it. How would it feel like to let go, do something subliminally instantaneous? I am not talking about manslaughter here of course, but about thoughts that are a lot less homicidal, like making the first move on a girl, or slamming the face of an enormous dim witted dick know-all-who-thinks-he's-always-right and walking away, without having to face the repercussions of it, no matter how insignificant. Well, you will have to face the consequences. But isn't it worth the accomplishment, the sense of self worthiness? I guess you're right. Are you ready to give me a chance? I don't no, I might, I can snap out it when ever I want right, go back to however I was? Of course, you can trust me. That's something I can't do, my mother warned me to stay away from bad conscience. Don't be a tool, you want in or not?

Tuning: D A B F# A C#
Guitar: Tanglewood TND CE
Mics: AKG Perception 120, Audio Technica AT2020

Moonshine

This is my version of Gary Jules' Mad World. I do not own the rights to the song, this is merely a cover.

Here's the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4

I first heard this song in the final scene of Donnie Darko, which still is up to date, one of the finest sci-fi dramas I've seen.

Mad World (Gary Jules Cover)

This track appears in the movie August Rush. I do not own the rights to the song. This is merely a cover.

I've got a video as well, of me covering this song. Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5JE1aUP01Q

Bari Improv (Kaki King Cover)

This is my cover of Eddie Vedder's Guaranteed. I do not own the rights to the song, this is merely a cover.

This song is part of the OST for the movie Into The Wild. The song is very inspiring, as is the movie. 

Here's the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mA-Xn2Dx-s

In the words of Alexander Supertramp, "Happiness is only real when shared". :)

Guaranteed (Eddie Vedder Cover)

There sits the dad, alpha of the multitude of 4. He rocks on a chair, reading tomorrow's news in today's paper. He wears golden glasses, glistening under the sun, basking in the perky morning heat. The dog sleeps beside, an invisible hand over him, unamused by the monotony of the day. Yet he waits, casually curious, for something, a hare or a squirrel to wear him out for the day. A shady figure appears onto the porch. An increase in magnification reveals the mom, setting the table for midday breakfast. The electrical whirring of the observatory is but a faint and distant echo, now that I've had time to settle in. It's been over 2 sun cycles, but the observations continue. The mind stacks and dismiss the dronish soundscapes of this establishment, on this barren satellite, over time, till it's all but everything you hear. It gets lonely here, but at least I have infallible company. The dad arrives tardily. He has a good appetite, but never talks while eating, for fear of strangling. His mind has been occupied a lot as of late. Lurching and squelching forward, back, forward again, on memories of past, almost slipping out of his own groove, somehow ending up sucked into his own slipstream.

Tuning: D A B F# A C#
Guitar: Tanglewood TND CE
Mics: AKG Perception 120, Audio Technica AT2020

The Lunar Observatory

Let me tell you a story about my journey, a voyage across distant lands that we take every year. Me and countless other individual entities, with a single drive and purpose. Over snow capped mountains, across vast plains, through cities and wilderness. It's massive, almost ensuing an apocalyptic view. We move poised and with constancy. I can, however, make do without all the quarreling and rumbling, tiresome little things these are. The pressure builds. It churns and engulfs. Gut wrenching stress, like you've never know, surmounts. Cold, dark and heavy masses of grey. More rumbling, annoying little things. The pressure brims up, it can barely contain itself, it's gonna cave, any moment now. And almost poetically, the most beautiful phenomenon in the natural world takes place. We take the leap of faith, we fall. Far down below, things have changed over the years. I'm always fascinated by your race, by your flair and finesse, how you think that the world revolves around you, so similar to the countless other races we have encountered since the dawn of time. Still falling, it's so cold, it'll be all over soon. Where did I land ? The warm stream of a babbling brook, a field of paddy, or did I trickle down into somebody's cup of coffee. I don't know, I have no conscious on the ground. This is where my story ends. This may not be the best story you've heard, for I am just a small gear turning the big machine. But know that we are eternal. We are unending. We are parents, we are the children, we are the long divide. Slowly we decay into memory, embrace my demise. 

Artwork by Fabled. 
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fabled/151657121663372

Ambient Sketchbook

This is my cover of Jack Johnson's Better Together. I do not own the rights to the song, this is merely a cover.

Here's the original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seZMOTGCDag



Jack Johnson - Better Together Cover

This is a spliced up and stripped down version of our set at The Humming Tree, Bangalore, recorded right off the mixer. I included only a subset of the set, since I didn't want to eat up my Soundcloud minutes :P

Farfetch'd Live @ The Humming Tree 23-05-2015

There was mist on the visor. I weathered the cold, brought my bloated and padded palm to my face and tried to wipe it off. To no avail, I realized that me breathing down hard was condensating against the frosty winter morning. I carelessly tilted it up, and I could breathe and see clearly, the gushing wind constantly reminding me to pull over for a cigarette, for any reprieve against the biting cold. It's been several months since I started the ride. I don't remember much before it, nor the motive for it. Just a hazy memory of me getting up one day from a cosy comfy bed and going out. I think that was the day, I have trouble remembering most of the time. But I think that was the one, since I haven't had the luxury of a bed in quite a while. I wonder, from time to time, what kind of person I was before all this. But the arsenic in the air hurts my temple, and the pain keeps my curiosity at bay. Was I one among the few lost souls that I've passed by over the days, living in constant fear and animosity? I only stop for gas, food and sleep. But I made an exception. I pulled over by the side of the road and around me was a valley of unexploded shells and ordinances and cold splintering steel corroding, where white rose meadows once were. A quick stop and I move out, I thought to myself. Today has been quiet and serene. But before long, the shelling would resume and the world would grow louder.

Tuning: D A B F# A C#
Guitar: Tanglewood TND CE
Mics: AKG Perception 120, Audio Technica AT2020

Bastion

Lyrics:

This incoherent pale sky
Waters my plants and feeds my cats, now and then
I remember, the plumes of grey
Every August, with the breeze that change

Sways my way, A certain comfort with change
A setting worlds apart, words fail to explain

Tabla by Vardhan Shenoy

This Incoherent Pale Sky

Lyrics:

To wake and to kiss amidst all the folks in disguise
To pant and to breath in the lies of the new world, you wither out

You pack what you have and not what you need, it's raining out
You're brash and aware, but on you're own you don't care about much else now
To be alone and prolong, the absence of them all, just to hear it out
The colours and sounds, we miss and dismiss, so profound.

So profound indeed.

When you call it in, you're always in your best, I could never do what you do, I could try
Why don't you stick around for a while now, trying hard to get away from yourself.
And if every single time, you move and remove a part of you
(You) and I collide, you're meant to ignore all that you know.

To sleep and to feel, the cool air from the field, good night
A moment of doubt, is all that's about to cripple you from the inside out
The wood's all burned out, but the fire in your heart it rages on
The air is too cold, your summer dress is all torn, but you wait it out.

But you wait it out.

When you call it in, you're always in your best, I could never do what you do, I could try
Why don't you stick around for a while now, trying hard to get away from yourself.
And if every single time, you move and remove a part of you
(You) and I collide, you hope to endure more than you know.

Collide

This track is written in Csound, an audio programming language older than me.  You can download the code from the link below. The code is algorithmic and stochastic in nature, and thus every time you run the code, the resultant song is slightly different and have elements of randomness in it.

Download the code, along with instructions on how to run it, here:
https://github.com/Thrifleganger/CsoundCompositions 

The cover image is shamelessly taken from the internet : https://www.walldevil.com/837347-space-abstract-graphic-wallpaper-geometry-minimalistic-pink-outer-wallpapers.html

Tinderbox

I've been learning the Irish tin whistle for a while now. And this is the first real recording I've done of anything since moving to Ireland. A cover of a classic song mainly based on the tin whistle and vocals, with a bit of orchestration.

Scarborough Fair Cover - Simon and Garfunkel / Celtic Woman

An Irish trad tune called the Ashplant reel

Tin whistle - Killarney Whistle in D
Guitar - Taylor GS Mini, in DADGAD
Bodhran - Something that I got off Amazon!

Listen to the video on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/G72wd65K9aM

Ashplant Reel

This reel is part of Lunasa's Cullybackey Hop. It's an incredible reel, and they play it on the uilleann pipes. I tried my own rendition of that part of the song. The main tin whistle part is exactly how the original reel is, but the rest of the orchestration and instrumentation is original. 

Instruments:
Tin whistle: Killarney Whistle in D
Guitar: Taylor GS Mini
Bodhran: A cheap one from Amazon.

Check out the video on youtube here: https://youtu.be/dFu8ocHZf0M

Mike Hoban's reel

Anomaly 2 is the sequel to This Little Insignificant Thing. Melancholy  and drab, it is very contrasting to its predecessor. Builds up with many elements from the previous song and ends with a notion of serenity and acceptance.

Farfetch'd - Anomaly 2

Burrowed in deep through time and space
An endless rain for a thousand days
Swallowed by the cruelest of skies
So distant the sun, and light, and day

And then I saw her, a silhouette
Bring in the alchemist, hello again!
If God was around, he’d have a story to tell
Please let this be the end of my misery’s tale

God is an Atheist

She defies God, he doesn't smite her down
Removing the shackles of a broken dawn
I see hope shining bright in the sky
For light is truth and light is you

Ain’t no shame for you to fear,
This withering world will let you hear
This poison you breathe, it’s all in your mind
It’s the point of no return, which side are you on

God is an atheist



God is an Atheist is the final song of the album, a simplistic and minimalistic view of the concept of the album. It's views on independence and alienation summarizes the abstract frames of mind that we see everyday !

Farfetch'd - God is an Atheist

Farfetch'd was aired on 94.3 Radio One's One Bangalore One Music on the 23rd of June, 2013. This is the audio clip of the recording of the hour long talk show where we talk about the band's formation, our influences and basically how everything fell into place ! For those who haven't caught us live, here's your chance.

You can also stream the talk show at: http://tommyjams.com/beta/radioone.php?date=2013-06-23

Farfetch'd on AIR - Radio One 94.3 FM - 23/06/2013

A guitarist and a recording artist from Bangalore. Most of my uploads here are original and have been recorded in my bedroom. 

I enjoy ambient, post and acoustic. I love camping and cycling. And I strongly believe that music should be free. You can download all my tracks for free. You can contact me for anything either on soundcloud or any of the links mentioned below ! 

Akash Murthy - http://www.facebook.com/akash.murthy.319

Farfetch'd - A post  rock/shoegaze project by me and Kasisnu
http://www.facebook.com/farfetchdind
Download and stream the debut album for free here:
http://farfetchd-official.bandcamp.com

Southern Skies Motel - A progressive acoustic project of mine.  You can follow all the activities of SSM on the Farfetch'd page on Facebook, mentioned above.

T.I.L.T Home Recording Studio - This WAS a commercial project of mine to record bands for a very modest fee ! Based in Bangalore
http://www.facebook.com/tilthomestudio

As any musician, I value feedback, and appreciate it when a person takes some time out to leave me a comment. I'll be sure to check out your tracks, and do the same ! 

More varied projects coming your way !

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