
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. While our most influential musicians and powers that be are busy decrying GST, asking for better fairness creams, and dealing with #MeToo, a raging fire of a problem is burning on our concert stage, begging for their attention.
Some well-meaning mridangists are promoting an ethical mridangam with no skin or wood used. Some others are giving lecdems on the art of percussion and the science of laya. All this while the monster called Noise has possessed our mridangists.
Make no mistake. Our most popular younger mridangists are all mutant T20 ninjas hell-bent on destroying 1.their drums, 2.any semblance of saukhya in a concert, and 3.surely your eardrums and any sense of wellness.
This is a survival issue.
In a recent megastar vocal concert I attended, a solid, bearded and tufted and diamond ear studded mridangist made his intentions clear before the first line of the Saveri varnam had been completed. Like a terrorist who reaches inside his pocket for his grenade even before the seat belt signs are off.
He was batting like a T20 hero, swinging wildly and burning the leather on both sides. No style, no sensitivity, no musical poise. Just beating the hell out of his contraption. Let the composer, singer and listener be damned. I was sure this mridangist had no ethics on his mind.
Except for a few mridangists who can be counted on the fingers of one hand, this destructive terminator instinct has besieged all. I cringe to imagine what titles they will sport on their Facebook page sooner or later:
Himsendra Madhyama
Saukhyaantaka
AasphoTa Praveena
Mridangam Baahubali
Naadabhayankara
Daeshing Dangist
Vaadyasammardaka
Karnabhanjana
Saveri Kolaveri
No silencer for me
Hell-bent T20 Ninja Warrior
.......
And now just take this nightmare to a new level. Imagine the guy has embedded pick-up mics and has a preamp at his finger tips.
GOD SAVE THE MRIDANGAM. God save the earth.