Typhoon in a tube, thunder in a drum. The Nagaswaram and Tavil cannot be confined to walls of a sabha. They yearn to roar at the clouds and soar to the sky. An amplifier is a decorative afterthought. Why confine ourselves to a chamber, they query, when we can share our exuberance with every living thing; to wash over the sands and streets with our melody, to ripple across rivers and ponds, to make leaves quiver with our nuance and mountains tremble with our majesty. As the tavilar's fingers scribble rhythmetic, the nayinaar's shoulders swing his trumpet, tracing a dance of pure delight.
This LMS was written a few years back during a concert by Vyasarpadi Kothandaraman and Palanivel at Sivagami pethachi auditorium in Alwarpet. But it applies to any nagasvaram tavil concert in a sabha.
Other LMS
1. Kerala
2. Kumbakonam
3. Traffic
4. In a library
5. Greenery of Chola country
My essays on music
Contents Page for this blog
This LMS was written a few years back during a concert by Vyasarpadi Kothandaraman and Palanivel at Sivagami pethachi auditorium in Alwarpet. But it applies to any nagasvaram tavil concert in a sabha.
Other LMS
1. Kerala
2. Kumbakonam
3. Traffic
4. In a library
5. Greenery of Chola country
My essays on music
Contents Page for this blog
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