‘Obak Bhalobasha’: Story behind the song
Since the morning, Dhrubo has had an episode of events beyond his favour – he’s having a bad day – he doesn’t feel like talking to or seeing anyone. He just has a feeling...
Anamul’s journey with sticks and knobs
With the loud basses and the heavy riffs, we can't help but bang our heads in concerts and let our bodies rock with the sound waves. Even when we’re sitting alone in dismay or...
Ayub Bachchu: Desperate Determination & The Rock Legend
To pursue his dream, he left home with his guitar -- despite being born in an aristocratic family he decided to struggle on his own. With only Tk 600 taka, in his pocket, he...
‘Dhak’ to ‘Dundun’: Tradition, caste and colonialism in percussions
“This ‘Dhak’ is our identity. Whenever I strike the dhak, its sound reminds me of the teachings I got from my grandfather. This is not merely an instrument I play, it is the source...
Music for Humanity: The Concert for Bangladesh
In 1971 when the people of Bangladesh were fighting her name was being written in the history of world rock music. Concert for Bangladesh was organized in the 70s, before the large benefit concerts...
Scientifically Proven Benefits of Playing the Piano
I have been lucky enough to learn to play the piano when I was in high school. Without my weekly lessons, my life probably would’ve been different. I formed good bonds with various people...
Because Forever Love Runs Blind
“Ami koshto pete bhalobashi, tai tomar kache chute ashi”“Hashte dekho, gaite dekho…..dekho na keu hashi’r shesh’ey nirobota”“Shei tumi keno eto ochena holey...tumi keno bojho na tomake chara ami oshohaye….”“Ei Rupali Guitar feley ekdin chole...
Once: Why Music Matters
Have you ever wondered why movies about creative people, especially musicians, touch us? Is it because many of us may not have the guts to do so and it’s interesting to watch stories of...
Daughter: A Beautiful Phase of Melancholy
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.− Jonathan Safran...
Brishti Bishad: Kaal’s Nostalgia Ride
“My younger brother was listening to this song. I was just walking by when I heard it for the first time. Now I've heard it more than 5 times already, and I must say,...