Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Little Straw Folk

Here is a song I wrote (and for which I composed the music and supporting parts, except the improvisational sections) in 1992, and sang and recorded in 1993.  It’s a story, as many of my songs are.  Hope you like it.

 

The Patio Loungers

 

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The Patio-Loungers

©October 30th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

I gazed at the patio of the house opposite where nobody lived.  Outside, there were three chairs.  Two people seated there waved at me to join them.

Only I saw them.  My family called me retard daily.  Better to not tell.

Every day, when soup was pushed through a gap in my cage, I was silent.  I was busy, planning.

Hey, retard! shouted my step-mother, high-heels clicking closer.

I made up my mind.

He’s gone, Ted!  Did you let him out?

Who, me?  What the hell are you talking about?

“Hello!” I said to the patio-loungers, pulling up a chair.

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Some Music For You Today

Some Music for You Today – May 9th, 2013

“Yesterdays” by Jerome Kern (with lyrics by Otto Harbach) This version performed by Vijaya Sundaram and Warren Senders in 1989.

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Yulduz Usmanova (Usmonova) is a well-known Uzbeki singer.  I thought you’d enjoy listening to her beautiful singing.

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Eddie Jefferson sings “Sister Sadie.”

I love Mr. Jefferson’s warm, fuzzy vocals.  There’s humor and great musicality in all his singing.  He generally makes me smile. (Although, I must say this song isn’t funny).

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Billie Holiday: I Cover The Waterfront

She always makes me want to cry.

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The above piece is a composition by Warren Senders, who put Baul songs to music.  The lead singer in this live concert recording from 1993 song is me (yes, I used to be a part of a group of women singers known as “Goddess Gospel” — founded and  led by Louise Cloutier, formerly of Cambridge, now in Chicago).  Hope you enjoy Three Baul Songs!

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One of my favorite pieces of guitar playing:  Bach Cello Suite #1 in G, played by Andres Segovia.

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Otis Redding — “These Arms of Mine”

I love Otis Redding!

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Ray Charles — “Georgia On My Mind”

There’s nobody like Ray!

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Bob Dylan — It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

Then, there’s Bob!

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“Julia” by The Beatles (John Lennon)

This, too, makes me want to cry.

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And of course, there’s Hindustani (North Indian) Classical Vocal Music.  Hope you enjoy Ashwini Bhide Deshpande singing Raga Bhimpalasi.

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Song from the movie “Alaipayuthey” — music by A.R. Rahman

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Another song from the movie “Alaipayuthey” — music by A.R. Rahman.  This one is one of my absolute favorite A.R. Rahman songs.

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“Goodbye Pork Pie Hat” is one of my favorite pieces by Charles Mingus.  I used to sing a version of it (lovely lyrics!).

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That’s it for today, folks.  I’m still feeling a little shy about putting up my very own songs and compositions, but will do so anon.  Hope you enjoyed the music!

Roots Music
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Roots Music

(Pune, India, 1994) –  An Original Poem

©Vijaya Sundaram, March 17th, 2013

To get to the roots of things,

We dug deep, drenched in song.

At times, things were rich,

Saturatedawash in light.

At others, rocks shouldered through,

Got wrenched out of the way.

That was the year when

Unexplained sorrow burst

Through inexplicable joy,

Escaped, became song.

Sometimes dreams came,

Pursued by demons,

Effaced by the gods.

That was a good year,

Full of magic realism, when

Dreams came on winged backs

And bore me away, and

A three-faced Goddess

Showed me favor,

As I ran, carrying a fish in a jug.

That was the year to rise,

Untrammelled by the mundane.

Above the struggle, we leaped

Into a space of pure spirit.

That was the year we distilled

Our music-minds, mined the ether.

That was the year, when,

Lighter than air, lighter than light,

We rose, embryonic-winged

For we were ruled by spirit,

And our spirits were weightless.

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