Hakkımda: My name is Ustad Ahmad Jan 'Thirakwa'. It is believed by many that I am the greatest ever tabla player. I helped in transforming society's attitudes to the tabla player - once viewed as an artisan, now as an artist. I was born in 1890, and started learning tabla under Ustad Munir Khan at the age of 12. I was appointed as court musician at Rampur in 1936, and can play material from all tabla gharanas. I have many compositions of my own, most of which live on through todays great tabla players. I have a rich diet of milk and nutritious foods, so I can keep up my grueling practice regime (about 16 hours a day). My performances last however long I see fit, be it 1 hour or 3 days. My playing is known for its power, clarity speed, drama and humour.
~~Dhin Kre Dhin Kre Dhin Dha~~
Kimle tanışmak isterim: Those who wish my spirit to live on.....
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
We are finally ready to start promoting my 'I Surrender' single with my album, 'Ella Trip' coming right after -yey!! What d'ya think to the video teaser?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Come discover 2 new songs from Fundé's next Album exclusively for the European Reggae Contest !
Hi Myspacer friend!
Come vote for us at the European Reggae Contest 2009 and discover, exclusively, 2 songs from our next album!
One of which is "La Peur du Lendemain", an incredible blend of roots reggae and a philharmonic orchestra!
Click on the link, listen... if you like what you hear, give us your vote!!
your comments are welcome...
Certain the music will make you travel over and beyond language barriers...enjoy the trip!
Musically yours,
the Fundé Family
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please drop by & comment me some feedback on the final director's cut of my debut video, which was shot on the north east coast of england where i grew up, i'd love to know what u think!
